Category: 💭 Observations
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The morning air is cool as it wafts through the open window; a hint of humidity rides on the gentle breeze. The trees seen down the hill suddenly come alive with a reflected chorus of green as the sun finds a gap through the grey. As natural light brightens the bedroom through the blinds, we…
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There is a man who spits in my neighbourhood. You would have implied this from the title, but perhaps not the location. Nevertheless, he walks and he spits. I had never noticed this Man Who Spits until he was pointed out to me. “Like clockwork,” I was told, “He comes by at 8:00 AM every…