april twenty first

today there are no pictures of pies in jars or unearthed wallpaper or mischievous boys who give cat baths. no. there could have been pictures of pound cakes, rainy streets, walls covered in multiple paint swatches of shades of cream, black coffee, meetings over breakfast, and meetings over dinner. but there aren’t because today was a day where a camera never seemed to find its way into my hands and life didn’t seem to slow down to wait for me to grab it.


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