The clock in the empty cafeteria is stuck at quarter to ten.
Without fail, every week, I arrive around this time and think the clock has been fixed.
It has not.

The clock in the empty cafeteria is stuck at quarter to ten.
Without fail, every week, I arrive around this time and think the clock has been fixed.
It has not.

Hello,

I’m just a writer trying to live slower and be more observant of my feelings.
I am also a bit silly.
This blog is a mishmash of all that.
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