DAY: 3 The crisp early sun weaves together things that did not exist before and calls into question last nights binge; to forget, to remember. I take into account that each step I take is grounded in a past drowned in an amber colored glass. Yet curiosity, possibly boredom, make me wander forward…
I will post everyday at noon. Join me for a quick noon-time on-going story.
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