Some days were made to eat strawberries. Sunny days, hot. I prepare a picnic basket full of strawberries and take it to the park. I don't have to do anything today, just eat strawberries. My basket is full of that little red, juicy fruit. Yesterday it was gray, today it's red. In the midst of chaos, I'm learning to create little bubbles of illusion that keep me alive.
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