3 Apr 2022
The morning journey down Driggs Street is dreamy, far away. Blessedly, I am out of my mind. I am into the neighborhood. I am something in a mirror and I am alarmed at how dissimilar I am to myself. Just a thing, a think, I thought.
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The morning journey down Driggs Street is dreamy, far away. Blessedly, I am out of my mind. I am into the neighborhood. I am something in a mirror and I am alarmed at how dissimilar I am to myself. Just a thing, a think, I thought.
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