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Getting up this morning was BRUTAL. I felt like I was still partially in a dream. I wasn’t able to get coffee, because we had to hurry to the pick up point (although I’m not sure why because the bus was so late (and so were the other girls who came to our drop off point). 653 more words
I spend ten months of the year aching for moments like this. Moments where time stops, and all that matters is right now, in the late evening of a Copenhagen summer night, and the tally of how many times I’ve jumped into the canal this summer, and if that will feel like enough when the first leaves of autumn start to fall.