Some mornings... i sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. everything went past without me.
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Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen
Some mornings... i sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. everything went past without me.
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