Countryside flooded with light,
Sundown,
the chaos of future mornings just over the ridge, but not here yet."
beautiful words while my two beautiful roommates are asleep on the couches.
caryn, in her usual manner, curled up so tiny and compact, hair fanned everyplace (for once), lost in pink sheets. sam is snoring. other than that, and the clinking of my keyboard, its quiet and dark and kind of mysterious. well, as mysterious and quiet as trailers off main have capacity for.
no one has made me laugh in a long time ( well... days, maybe). my face is sad about this.
but there is snow! which is cold and wet and awful, but so perfect for cigarette beneath(e) a precipice, no? i secretly love it. and cs lab. shh.
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