Undercooked apple coffee cakes bundled up in towels in my bag to bike through the downpour to that vegan potluck and some familiar faces, and kittens everywhere making me sneeze. I've reverted to more shyness than usual, lately. It's been a rough year. A nervous stumbling, hands outstretched and back tensing - I rush to spill my giddy guts before we part ways.
We met in the middle, carrying chocolate and tea, and went on an epic sort of walk down sidewalks and alleys and train tracks over chilly streets until the pads of my feet ached for rest. The backs of buildings always look so different than I remember, so different from how they pass out of the corner of yr eye as you bike on by.
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