I may have got a little ahead of myself, jumped the numbers with uncharacteristic grace. Landed with an unfounded certainty and messy hair; a little pile of bobby pins and some phone call patterns on a stubbornly lined page.
Meeting my imagination, tapping it on the shoulder, and forcibly reattaching it to the daytime.
Back to regular programming and everyday things.
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baby steps approaching brevity.
