It is Sunday evening and I have nearly forgotten what it means to go to work. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea. Clean clothes? Lunches? Bus money? What are these foreign ideas? Can the sun drenched oblivion I have lived the last 48 hours last a few more minutes?
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Beautiful picture. I know that sentiment well.
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