2 May 2022
Some days are groggy. We are beginning a new month, I know, but some months meander and croak. Not foreboding but not with good tidings. The cracks between my molars ache, wanting to bite down on the tangible thing just out of reach.
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Some days are groggy. We are beginning a new month, I know, but some months meander and croak. Not foreboding but not with good tidings. The cracks between my molars ache, wanting to bite down on the tangible thing just out of reach.
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