Today I wanted to write about cake, which felt right to celebrate the hundredth day, and because that is where it all began, with a birthday cake and a toast and a wish for more.
But in the end I have run out of time (which also feels right)- it is approaching midnight, and my unperfectly made bed is calling.
I know that when the clock strikes and we tip over into tomorrow, I won't turn into anything that I'm not already.
But I will leave behind a shoe, deliberately, so that I am able to find myself here again and again.
Sweet dreams, see you tomorrow
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