April 18th, 2021

caillebotte_man at his window

Reset Nineteen, Day Eighteen

Saturday turned into a nap night, and the nap lasted until two o'clock this morning. Full nights (or days) of sleep and short naps are both things of the past for me. Now I've looked out the window and the sky is turning light. The hours fell like dust. All I remember is that the mockingbird was singing every time I went outside. It said everything. There's nothing left for me to say.

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