There's a story coming, or maybe a poem. There is a familiar humming in my bones, this is what coming home feels like.
I feel like I attach too much importance to arbitrary things like the universe or destiny, or my horoscope but I swear to you today when I overheard a girl complaining about how eagles keep getting tangled in the electricity wires stretched outside her house, I couldn't help but think that this, this is a metaphor.
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