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Letting my Moka Pot overflow on the stove because the sound it makes outweighs the mess I have to clean up.
All of this started happening last year. And by “all of this,” I mean the pull to go elsewhere. Be anywhere else then we’re I’m at right now. Sigh. Moving. It has come to this. The city I currently live in has been my home for a decade. I’ve watched it change and expand. I…
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An Excerpt of Thought.
The first time. Church bells were ringing in the distance. The church bells were always ringing. Every hour. Every half hour. White noise to us. His lips touched mine and they tasted like Fanta. A soda bubble rested on my lip as he pulled back from me. The ringing of the bells rocked the air…