Was looking for something to pick me up tonight and I saw this photo I'd taken a few weeks ago. No matter what happens from here to the train, the train to the office, the office back to the train back to here — this is still the most comforting thing to me, knowing that I can return to this little space full of everything I love. I would work so hard to have a place like this always.

Something for the last day of February (I'll be tearing off the big, black calendar page to reveal a white March) —

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