It dropped from 83 degrees to 29 in a span of about four days and I’m sitting here, in two sweaters, thinking about lighting a fire, and trying to remember why in the fuck we keep deciding to move back here… And that (to the right) is a photo of a snow-covered tulip that I snapped this morning as I made my way across town to scavenge for food and things that I could burn for heat.

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