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For the lack of a better word, I agname today's post as such. I have been feeling out of sorts of late, but what's new right? Am constantly folded into myself and on occasion when I do make a conscious effort to unfurl, I find that I have been waiting to spill at the seams all along and this pulls me back into a friend's comment that "you are clearly imploding, take a breather, take care". So this afternoon I managed to catch a whiff of old-time love and met Tessa for lunch, and Anita came shortly after. Time with them is always calming and comforting, they are like minestrone soup in miserable weather. Except when Qianying isn't here it seems like we're missing a good dose of celery.

I walked into Dr. Martens after Literature discussions because I felt spontaneous and wanted to get my second pair.

They ran out of my size.

Now I feel sad thinking about it.

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