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Apr 2016
On the crest of the water and looking at the mainland...
God, I hate the beach, so I'm floating in my bathtub.

Cool climate, no sun...
Most importantly:
No sand, no social interaction.

Appreciate the small things and it'll keep you comfortable,
Or at least farther away from anxiety.

I have a looking glass (because sometimes software is a *****) and you really make me want to stay indoors...

But I have two major cities to see in two weeks
And frankly, I have no time to feel bad about you,
Or for myself.

It's time to start floating and breathing above the water,
Because there are no sharks in my bathtub,
But dozens in my shallow mind,
And it's time to drain the pool—
It's appropriately spring cleaning once again.
Trevor Blevins
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Trevor Blevins  Kentucky
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