I kind of want to move to Kentucky or St. Louis. Is this weird? Should I want to move to New York or Montreal or Atlanta or Portland? It’s just that Kentucky is so open, and the sky in St. Louis spreads for miles. Anything is possible and there’s room to do things. The feeling of buying a blank journal and sitting down to that first white page, every day. The page where you’re so aware of every sash on T and F, every drop that goes on i and at the end of a wholesome sentence. Even a tree is a surprise.
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