It's early morning and dark. I wake up into a malaise — sleep didn't erase yesterday's ache. It merely sent it dormant. There you are, again, I think, reminded that the older I get, the less I can escape the things I'd like to forget.
I walk barefoot into the kitchen. The air is thick on the other side of the open windows over the sink, summer still want…
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