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2018-10-28
sunday night beer run


Something about that final beer run on a Sunday night. Neighborhood already half-asleep. Buildings black and stony. The clerk looks sleepy and ready to close early. Something reassuring about those bottles I set on the counter. The walk back to the apartment.

Come down, dark.
Come down, quiet.



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