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A kind breeze sifts through your window: everything is kind, lately. The way your roommates linger in the living room, the way your phone is a constant stream of conversation, the way the sunshine manages to somehow be the perfect amount of beautifully bearable. The city is soft around you, even as you are hard in return. I sat at a bar yesterday releasing a storm to blank pages, but strangers still stuck their comforting smiles into my confusion and I stumbled home grateful again. It is too soon, yet, to make anything of anything; I put one foot in front of the other and try to leave it at that.

A world lies in wait beyond your line of vision.

You wish you cared to open your eyes.