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Aug 2017
Away, staying in hotels, is living in an extreme state.
Things don't always make sense.
Everything needs a key. You can't find what you need.
And the coffee is weak. The news is dull.
They leave you a wrench in case you want to adjust the AC.
You call down to the front desk.
Here for a wedding. Weddings, weddings;
you can't live every day like a wedding.
Like living in a storm.
Sarah J Roebuck
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Sarah J Roebuck  Toronto
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