Tonight, celebrated a friend's birthday in Fremont and passed a window with knit hats for babies. One looked like a pink cupcake with a cherry on it. Another was cream with a brown stripe and a profusion of brown feathers sprouting from the top. That's me. Have been in mourning all day because my writing class is over. Need to write creatively. To have feathers.
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