This article was originally posted on The Journalist. These thoughts mostly happen in the dead of night. That time of the night when you unfold after a long day of navigating the world, while holding yourself tight lest anything spills out. When the darkness reveals all that was hidden during the day.
Four dozen cardboard boxes, filed alphabetically.
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