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Mar 15, 2008 03:00

I had no idea when the socks went on, or why, only that I had been wearing them a good long time. That disorienting sensation of recognizing a piece of clothing but not remembering where or when you had donned it swept over me, and I became silent, like a broken alarm clock, waiting for the dawn.

wtf, writing

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