11 Apr 2022

I am calm in the morning. I thrashed at night, praying for dreams powerful enough to take me under, but the blanket was thin and my feet were cold. Too much on the mind but it all washes away in the shower, warm, chalkless, okay to fail.

A brick building rises into a sliver of bright blue sky in the morning sun, fire escapes descending into shadows along the right side and bottom of the photo. Tree shadows speckle the brick.

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