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i miss the rain most of all. i miss the rain and dc and i miss driveways and even fences, even white picket fences, i miss that. it is so very strange how things unravel, it is strange the things i miss like the fact that there were no sidewalks but front porches, i miss that and i miss all the cars parked outside the houses instead of underground garages and i really, really, really do miss rain most of all. i miss fast postal service and i miss the metro, and the impossibly long long, epic huge stairs in stations like dupont circle and i really miss tightly packed concerts and i miss my little sister and here crazy wonderful stories and watching fresh prince of bel-air.
i dont know. my head is swimming. i miss the moment before opening a door of a house, little, precise moments like that. i miss being relevant. i miss, i dont know. i cant go through it all. i have finals, i should keep this locked for a long time.
i dont know. my head is swimming. i miss the moment before opening a door of a house, little, precise moments like that. i miss being relevant. i miss, i dont know. i cant go through it all. i have finals, i should keep this locked for a long time.