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I’m writing this post on my phone, inside my dark room as the late afternoon sun dances outside.
My room is a mess. Stacks of unidentifiable clothes and linen scattered on the bed, random receipts folded on the table, and the ever present film of dust stubbornly sticking to the surface. 324 more words