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katy, neé kathryn // lover, dreamer, rainbow seeker
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I guess I should start posting again. That mean’s it’s over. The dream, that is. Time to get back to reporting, observing, trudging, sweating, working, and bearing the weight.
That little window must be the window of my little Manhattan room, some Tuesday night in the middle of the semester, while I am sitting at my desk and furiously typing away (or doing something else instead of furiously typing away as I should be), and pining over the warmer days both gone by and to come.
Spring. I do smell it, in the air, beneath the cold that is pervasive, and is both a heavy burden as well as something crisply thin and cutting. “April, come she will…” And it all keeps going, and going, and going.
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I’m not sure why, but I abso-fucking-lutely love this picture.