Little bits for your morning

I miss the days when I was dumb enough to eat Cap’n Crunch


Speaking with her, she’d stare at me as if I were an unexpected commercial interruption during her favorite movie


Erik Satie’s Gnossienne 1 for Piano


I did not recognize my own shadow


The winter air smells starved, hungry
The summer air smells seasoned with honey


She is freshly broken

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