I'm sitting on a buss stop bench precariously balancing a laptop on my bag resting on my legs. I'm editing and finalizing an essay to be published on Oddball about three hours from now. In the
back of my head, I'm cooking up the final parts of a poem to send out today.
I think I'm living the dream.
back of my head, I'm cooking up the final parts of a poem to send out today.
I think I'm living the dream.
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