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Thursday, October 25, 2012


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From my journal:

Some mornings the trash trucks drive by, banging and screeching. The first time it happened right when we moved in, it was so loud I thought the world was ending. Now it's just a normal annoyance. This morning though, I work to this deep rumbling. The sun was rising outside and it was still semi-dark in our room and the sound outside felt like the ground was breathing. I even went up to the window and tried to find the source, but I couldn't see anything, it was everywhere. So I went back to our bed cocoon for a few more stolen minutes. And when I got up, got ready, and walked out of our building, I saw it was a carpet cleaning van, come to clean our basement. 

October 25, 2012

1 comment :

  1. Mmmmm, milky, milky insides.

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