November 21 was a night to remember. November 22, apparently, was a morning to forget. On a completely separate note: I just want this week to end.

November 21 was a night to remember. November 22, apparently, was a morning to forget.

On a completely separate note: I just want this week to end.

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November 21 was a night to remember. November 22, apparently, was a morning to forget. On a completely separate note: I just want this week to end.

November 21 was a night to remember. November 22, apparently, was a morning to forget.

On a completely separate note: I just want this week to end.

About:

that's when i realized that words have wings;
they're kind of like birds but mostly like children,
whom you groom and raise.
you mold them and shape them well
and, like the sky that has no limits,
you hope that someday,
somebody will take them home,
call them their own;
that they will find a place to belong.
-amena brown

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