It's one of those weeks.

People are still dying.
People are still killing.
Passer-by's never seem to find a reason to stop walking.
People still hate you.
People still love you.
Trucks are still rumbling down Riverside.
Planes are still flying by.
Incomplete assignments are still sitting on my desk.
The coffee's brewing.

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...I'm still here.

The sun is appearing again.
Is this a new day? Or just a re-cap of everything that's happened yesterday?


...It's getting cold. I need to shop for new coats.