eerie eerie.

My friend Eric has the same favorite couch that I lugged around for years in provo. It was such an eerie night. Bike rides though a never ending cemetery. Eating delicious tacos from a mysterious window by a corner store. Everything being strangely quiet like how it sounds outside when there is a lot of snow. The familiar discomfort of that couch. I still can’t shake this feeling.

 

 

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