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Jun. 8th, 2002 06:38 pmRight now I am sitting on the back porch of an apartment in Logan Square.
There are trees right outside the window, bright green and lit brightly by sunshine that wants to be Summer, so badly I can taste it in the air.
I am working. It is Saturday. I am, for the moment, incredibly happy and hopeful.
There are trees right outside the window, bright green and lit brightly by sunshine that wants to be Summer, so badly I can taste it in the air.
I am working. It is Saturday. I am, for the moment, incredibly happy and hopeful.