Saturdays have this weird, floating space to me. I can never really decide what kind of day I want them to be. And by the time I think it’s shaping
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daily_002; the hardest day
I swear, something in the wind can hear me when I make a promise. I can feel it the minute I use the words “daily”, “weekly”, “monthly”.
daily_001
Yeah, yeah, we’ve heard this story before.