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[pinkoclock]

a snapshot of my life: 11:53 p.m., monday, october 9.

windows open; cool air wafting through. the pale light from a paper-star casting a soft glow over the room. the creaks and groans of an old building. norah jones singing "the nearness of you."

it's fall.

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[anonymous]

and i'm done with kershner for a while.
and all yours. or mostly.