Maybe one day I'll stop torturing myself with pictures of the sea, but that day is not today.
(The white curtains in my room look like sails sometimes when they billow in the breeze and
I find myself coiling things like the cord of the hoover just to do something familiar with my hands.)
I find myself coiling things like the cord of the hoover just to do something familiar with my hands.)
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