Stepped out into sun and creosote floating through the morning. Quiet morning. Remembered wallet keys pen folders book to read at lunch. Lost notebook but remembered other keys. Remembered last night hands knees dreams of kinked hotels. Slept well woke late. Warehouse isn’t going anywhere.
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