A thin slice of carrot held up to the kitchen light inspired me just
now.
Ok, when can I get back on the street and shoot something? I'm dying a
slow death inside, wishing my boss wasn't so sick and in the hospital.
Wishing I wasn't feeling so selfish right now either.
I'm thankful for having the job I have and that my boss is getting
better. Looking forward to the day he will be back in his chair
smiling at our bad jokes.
How very strange. How very beautiful.
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