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In a few hours it'll be that Simon's Rock early morning where the blue is stiff and it's cold, in spite of spring, which will be full-on at noon. I imagine myself eating flowers, even the stinky ones outside of the library. I am stuffed with them, the stems far down my throat and my eyes rolled back into my head, laughing, and the flowers are falling out of my mouth, jumping. I am so out of momentum for this shit.