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❝ Eventually the future shows up everywhere: burly summers and unslept nights in deep lines and dark splotches, thinning skin. Here’s the corner store grown to a condo, the bike reduced to one spinning wheel, the ghost of a dog that used to be, her trail no longer trodden, just a dip in the weeds. The clear water we drank as thirsty children still runs through our veins. ❞

hiya, i'm lux. i'm from brooklyn. i feel young and useless. i'm always sad and drink lots of tea and read lots of poetry and draw a lot of mediocre sketches. i bruise easily and i like building blanket forts and sleeping in them with my cat. i wish i could be an astronaut or an explorer of the world.

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