i’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes - in all the things i wish i'd wrote
an afternoon of tranquility
somehow greek doesn't seem as daunting when completed in this environment. the sun was out a good bit of the day, it was warm yet windy, and the flowers started blooming this morning. i gauge the time of year, and my hope, on this one tree in the bowl. right as you walk past sullivan harrell, coming out of the caf, there is one tree right off the sidewalk. when it blooms, it is time for change. today was the day.
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