Hotbed
TODAY: Resolutions unraveled, cookies were consumed, ups threw themselves (or maybe were thrown), grandmothers died, movies were marveled at in disastrously dangerous decibal levels, cries were (not yet) consummated in isolation, poetry was pondered over, secrets sustained with silence, bathrooms bounded to on three different levels, two negatives repelled - or maybe two positives repelled, classes cheered for, laugh lines made, and books bought.
TOMORROW: Hopefully a hotbed.
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