i woke up on final decent yesterday. i kind of stretched out and looked out the window. at first i thought the clouds were really low that day. then i realized it was snow. it's easy to forget that it snows in other places.
my uncle picked me up from the airport and we drove out to the backroads to the countryside inbetween rochester and buffalo, ny. woodburning stoves. barns. horses. chickens. ducks. cats the size of cows. frosted windows and jugs of carlo rossi.
i had been gone for such a long time. it's sometimes hard for me to even imagine that this is what i came from. and where i came from. i don't really know if i want to leave.
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