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my name is caity. i am sometimes a writer and sometimes a photographer. about all other things, i am unsure.
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Let’s get out of here.
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Please direct any and all inquires to the above photo.
Thank you and have a pleasant day.
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I’m thinking about South Carolina.
About the way snow sounds under purple rain boots found on sale in the London airport. I’m thinking about letters lost to the mail.
I’m thinking about shark week. About how sometimes you can fall in love with a person because of the place.
I am thinking about Philadelphia.
I’m thinking about an one-sided open-eyed goodbye kiss following a tour of a city I thought would always just be mine.
I’m thinking about an entire country of unfinished business. It is an uneasy feeling.
I’m thinking about trains.
I feel like I’m not asked enough questions. And likewise for the asking. I suppose, in our routines, there isn’t time or space. No place. I am thinking about how we could all relate.
I am sitting in a city that should be home, but is not, and I can imagine with the clarity of a picture the places I could be and I am doing nothing, but think about it.
I am thinking about how easy it is to just keep thinking. -
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(Godot enters, he is a little bashful.)
