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the thing is this... i think i love being cradled by the mountains and am glad to be back. when i open my door after four quick weeks the cool air that rushes out of my empty room is refreshing. i've missed it, and replaced with eagerness my trinkets and photos, and stuffed drawers full of clothes that had become accostomed to a cramped suitcase. it's somewhat comforting to know i'll be sleeping in this bed for four more months, hopefully with you beside me even if your persistent breaths keep me awake while i count them. but the sound of sirens that come faint and grow as they pass my window knots my stomach and sometimes when the wind kicks up the dust and the cacti don't bend, i wish i was looking at ivies and oaks through my bent blinds. if there is a place where we don't bleed when we're cut and there's no need for water so i can stop crying, i'd like to visit, maybe even live there. i'm looking forward to hopefully a very productive semester, so i can say "I DID SOMETHING!" with my college career.