its autumn. like my bones just took a deep breath and settled back into their beds. the apartment smells like sandalwood and i smell like the chicken house. the kitten is sleeping. no money in my pockets but food in my belly. like my heart is a piece of furniture. it needs to be dusted and polished. i am afraid of it showing wear. going out of
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