morning. café #9. what will i miss about sheffield. all those layers of landscape. the hills behind the trees behind the houses behind the church. the church’s spike slowly sliding down into the trees as i walk down the road. the view from the window. brushing my teeth looking at the people on the street. the time spent there with e. and w. and k. and how to keep some of that. how to keep something of every place i’ve lived in. siena fades in cambridge fades in sheffield fades in where will i go next. i don’t know where i’ll go next. (frosty sunny patch of grass outside the café: something i’ll keep.)

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