Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Day 272: I can't think with my eyes closed.

The skies mourn Marina in the morning.

We go about our business, dressed in black v-necks, organizing documents.

We love our lunch spent reflecting on this year and predicting that the next one could be lonely.

On the bus, we talk about trees and children.

I rest my swollen eyes now, before packing for my next escape.

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