Looking Up and Out

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Though, each moment, I feel more and more devastated about my college closing, each moment, I find myself somehow more and more content with my days. When I look out my window, I see possibilities. Last night, someone sent me a poem she’d written about my daytime profession. It’s dedicated to me. I’m touched.

It’s almost the weekend. Today is a half-day Friday. Time to get writing, to devour a good book. But first, E might meet me outside work so we can get lunch and go explore Central Park. It’s a bit chilly, but don’t worry, I’ll wear socks.


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