The clock hit 11am. I quietly counted on my fingers. “…twelve, one, two, three, four, FIVE pm.” I closed my MacBook and sat up, feeling
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A wayward scribe exploring the world
A wayward scribe exploring the world
The clock hit 11am. I quietly counted on my fingers. “…twelve, one, two, three, four, FIVE pm.” I closed my MacBook and sat up, feeling
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