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Sunday, October 26
Slightly numb toes under sheets that don't match my bedspread. Hazy light through the blinds, filtered through clouds from the sun. The wind blows brown cracked leaves onto the welcome mat that doesn't say welcome. I dont always have to watch the end credits... but I do if the music is good. I learned about people last night. I pretend to learn those things during the day, but it is easier at night. And in the morning things are different. My toes are cold and my breath is hot.
