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And that was love.

Yesterday afternoon, the sun burned through the clouds, and I said the word “muggy” so many times it lost all meaning. Then it rained, and after the rain, it was chilly instead of steamy, which surprised us. The clouds: low like a drop ceiling. The clouds pressed the sunset into

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This is the letter this week

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The last time I pulled off bangs

(All writing is time travel)

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"Not everyone gets to do this."

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Keys open doors

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Double yellow

“Allow me to walk you home Allow me to sit with you a while in the kitchen” — “Allow me,” Kino In the dream he's washing dishes in the house of a girl he knew in school. While her mother rests her feet, while her sister turns cartwheels. There

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Potpourri

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Sharpened at both ends

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Nightly closures

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Red is sweeter

Letter from Québec

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Do not chase

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Route talk

And Dorito dust and shrines of hydrangea