Watching From Afar
Without direct contact, I have only seen a little bit of what is happening on the ground from my niece's Facebook updates. Upon arriving at my parents place, she wrote "Saw my grandparents house, the first house I ever lived in...now it looks like shit."
I knew exactly what her impression was, how heavy and depressing the place felt.
"I feel like I've already been gone for weeks and its only been a day."
Books stores are adorable with the lil old people
are apparentally coming home anytime betweed the 1st and the 20th
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