twentyfour
a reflection on how it felt to be twentythree and all that i hope for twentyfour.
twentythree
let’s set the scene: Nat King Cole is currently playing softly in the background, my studio apartment smells of dahlias and white roses, and there is an ever so soft glow beaming from a small glass lamp near the bay windows. now, I have your senses primed, your mind open, your breath calm.
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