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The Great Uneven
4:30 am, Monday morning. There is a hum. A persisting hum of electricity, of industry that stands alone while everyone sleeps, or restlessly toils in sleep's absence. Physical pain dictates that I bear witness to this transitionary period between the night and day, the hustle and bustle. Above me, above the hum, the sky is dotted ( Read more... )
4:30 am, Monday morning. There is a hum. A persisting hum of electricity, of industry that stands alone while everyone sleeps, or restlessly toils in sleep's absence. Physical pain dictates that I bear witness to this transitionary period between the night and day, the hustle and bustle. Above me, above the hum, the sky is dotted ( Read more... )
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I miss walking to the Cala foods....
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