its 6:01 am. i am awake. my house is old. older than most of the houses in this valley. it was built in the 1950's i think...i could be wrong. my roommate told me that our landlady told her that these houses were built for union workers. its a beautiful house. it reminds me of a pretty vintage dress. the window sill is about 8 inches from my left
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