I am sitting on a field. Thinking of what to write. I want to write about dance. I want to write about hair.
The sun keeps peaking out, and then it becomes covered once more. I am wearing a sweater.
I just got a text.
I keep coming back to this one essay I want to submit. I'm having trouble with it.
A girl plays guitar. Another takes a selfie. We all do it. (Selfie taking)
Perhaps I will hear his wheels soon.
A woman wears a red coat. This is a sight to see in La Jolla.
A dog came up to me yesterday and started cuddling me. Its fur was soft.
He is probably almost here, I should close my computer.
Maybe I'll write about blank. blank street coffee. new york. new york times. time. timing.
Ok. I have to go now.
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