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eighteen january
nine : twenty-nine p.m.
familiar territory. familiar streets and faces and trees and smells. and i don't have to worry if i fall asleep on the couch.
but i haven't done a thing since i've been here. i haven't even gone to see him.
tomorrow. tomorrow morning. and all day, and all night.
and it will be snowing.
music : "firefly" by ida
literature : incessant
fixation : tomorrow's snow storm