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Oct 2020
Some days people are exhausting and existing can feel like a job you aren't getting paid for. Receipts from last week's takeout scattered among loose change on your nightstand you've been meaning to pick up. Silent nights are the loudest in your head. But other days the sun is setting on your route home and the sun kisses your chin, your favorite song making love to your eardrums, and your better half waiting at home ready to ask about your day. The little things are sometimes the biggest reminders of why living is the point of everything.
Amber
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     Erik Luo, Ivana, Melanii and ---
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