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sitting on their little apartment deck on the second floor with the sun on my arms and face the wind blowing hard through the fifty degree air makes it sound like the ocean and i find this comforting amidst the anxiety of everything i have to accomplish tomorrow and the next day and the next day i know i'm not supposed to think of the future and get myself all worked up yet there things that have to be planned out many many details because they aren't it all crashes down and maybe it should but there is no rest in this kind of crashing and we all need rest even if we can't have it
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