its 12:12 and im sitting outside at the sentry, not out of obligation or instruction surprisingly, but by choice this time. the wind's soft, just enough to make it comfortable to sit outside with the cup of white coffee sitting in front me. the wind sometimes gets hectic on this piece of reclaimed land, and then there are times when it just chooses
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