Sometimes life is like waking up in the middle of a story. What happened yesterday probably never happened. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is written in-between remembered moments. Like you buying the yellow cardigan from Sarita's Secondhand Sweaters. She's one of the newer vendors down at the Prairie View. Speckled here and there with rust-colored dots, the long-sleeved V-neck reminds you of something. Waiting in line for coffee. Meeting a friend at the library. Running in darkness to escape the keening from above. Yellow's not even your color, but you like the monogrammed initials over your heart.
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