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august rolls over and yawns. wakes slow and heavy, stretching like a cat. outside, the sound of birds, the smell of grass. august turns over in an empty bed. his eyes feel swollen and tired. on the nightstand, a note from july - no one carries light like you do.
“I think 99 times and find nothing. I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me.”— Albert Einstein
When you stop wanting it, it immediately comes to you.
“She laughs, holding her cigarette high in the air with one arm, smoke sifting off ignored. And we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything and it is very, very funny.”— Charles Bukowski