it's 3.19 on a wednesday afternoon. we catch a train to new york on saturday & still have books to sell, extra suitcases to purchase, and bars to drink final whiskey sours in. instead of attending to those necessary tasks (necessary and impossible -- the contents of this room will never again fit in two backpacks) i am cutting up an old blue silk skirt to make a headband and dreaming of copenhagen in late summer.
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