Here we are, two years later, you and me. We’re at a bar in Catskill called Hemlock. You’re licking salt on your glass. It’s raining. A soft summer rain it’s okay to get caught in. We are celebrating another day. Everyone here looks prettier. I’m taking hits of air. I’m microdosing hope and thinkin…
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