dead leaves

look at the small wisp of green, peaking out from detritus and snow. it makes me want to run around, all sappy-like, talking about hope and joy because the cliched dead winter is ending, and I get fresh air and sunshine. except for I’m stuck in an office typing on a typewriter because the computers won’t work.

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