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The light is reflecting off of the wooden fire escape I can hear many noises on the street below tonight, but I cannot see them because of the angle that my bed with blue sheets is tucked into the corner. I think I can be happy here. If not happy, at least okay for a while while I figure out what life could look like after the May flowers. My running shoes are in the corner looking hopeful and a tiny wooden chess set I haven’t been good enough to play sits on my windowsill. Maybe as the seasons change, I will too.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 6:21 PM UTC
No. 828—With Caesar Salad in a Plastic Bowl
The light is reflecting off of the wooden fire escape I can hear many noises on the street below tonight, but I cannot see them because of the angle that my bed with blue sheets is tucked into the corner. I think I can be happy here. If not happy, at least okay for a while while I figure out what life could look like after the May flowers. My running shoes are in the corner looking hopeful and a tiny wooden chess set I haven’t been good enough to play sits on my windowsill. Maybe as the seasons change, I will too.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 6:21 PM UTC
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