I haven’t much to say as of late. The blooms have not blinded and the branches have not swayed. My feet have not scuffed and my hair has not curled. It is almost October again. Light shines fewer now. The sun is getting tired again. I can feel the phrases of exhaustion rumble within train tracks. See, this time of year brings joy to its falling action. My pants are too big and my shoes have holes in them. Can you feel the sleep in my words? I should like you to read this as a bedtime story. Softly.
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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