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"My chest hums and thrums with a magnetic force. Crickets saw, and the air conditioning stops abruptly, making me jump. I am tired already and my steps are far apart, uneven, empty. It is still early, 9 o'clock, and work waits upstairs. Sentimentality is tracing wide arcs on the transparent layer shielding me from a singular reality.It has been a longer week than I would have liked.Not even properly Wednesday yet.I guess this is the way we learn."

- only AJ could write this. a day old post, a prayer that she found more hope in wednesday proper, as we find in her words.