I dream about a tiny Korean woman in an unrecognized backyard. We've known each other a few times. There is a plague spreading outside. We're diligent about locking ourselves away for months at a time to avoid the throngs of zombies. I grow frustrated at a foreign wanderlust, a trait at right-angles to introverts. A fermata pause punctuates the momentum of my life after I stagger out of bed.
12:37 p.m. - 2016-09-12
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