Wednesday, June 18
Some kind of hardwood floor in the sunlight not the usual trapped in a pale skinned painted creature, clammy palms, so easy to fall into easy thoughts, old old its easy and familiar but it could be different totally different it is not that big a deal anyway. It’s good and simple like I want to be. Still covered by skin.
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