My porch swing hangs from a support beam at the edge of the roof that covers a third of the porch. It’s raining right now, and I’m not being hit by the brunt of it, but I am experiencing a constant misting. It’s pleasant. I wore my scruffier slippers in preparation.
I’m happy with being a little uncomfortable. It makes me feel more human. Humans aren’t m…
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