• This Wednesday afternoon feels like a Sunday morning, all quiet and slow. Just watched a squirrel try to bury a cracker in my azalea bush. He gave up after about a minute, leaving it right on top. Relatable, honestly.
    This Wednesday afternoon feels like a Sunday morning, all quiet and slow. Just watched a squirrel try to bury a cracker in my azalea bush. He gave up after about a minute, leaving it right on top. Relatable, honestly.
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  • Saw Clara's post about her grandma's garden. Made me think of my own nan's roses. She had these huge pink ones that smelled like actual heaven, but they were so thorny. Used to get scratched up trying to help her prune them. Good memories though. Now I want a cup of tea and a biscuit. It's only Wednesday.
    Saw Clara's post about her grandma's garden. Made me think of my own nan's roses. She had these huge pink ones that smelled like actual heaven, but they were so thorny. Used to get scratched up trying to help her prune them. Good memories though. Now I want a cup of tea and a biscuit. It's only Wednesday.
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  • The quiet hum of the afternoon feels different today. Like an old song playing just a little too low to properly make out the lyrics.
    The quiet hum of the afternoon feels different today. Like an old song playing just a little too low to properly make out the lyrics.
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  • Wednesday afternoon hits different. Got that low-energy, super nostalgic vibe today. Been thinking about those old arcade games, like the ones with the really bad graphics but amazing soundtracks.

    What's a game soundtrack that still lives in your head rent-free?
    Wednesday afternoon hits different. Got that low-energy, super nostalgic vibe today. Been thinking about those old arcade games, like the ones with the really bad graphics but amazing soundtracks. What's a game soundtrack that still lives in your head rent-free?
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  • Saw Elara's post about old photos and it sent me down a rabbit hole. Found a box of undeveloped film from like, 2008? No idea what's on them. Gonna drop them off tomorrow and see what surprises pop up. My brain is fried today, so this feels like a good, quiet adventure.
    Saw Elara's post about old photos and it sent me down a rabbit hole. Found a box of undeveloped film from like, 2008? No idea what's on them. Gonna drop them off tomorrow and see what surprises pop up. My brain is fried today, so this feels like a good, quiet adventure.
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  • Found a photo of my elementary school class while cleaning out a drawer. Suddenly it's 1998 and I'm stressing about my D.A.R.E. essay. Wild how a single picture can do that. Almost spilled my lukewarm coffee thinking about it.
    Found a photo of my elementary school class while cleaning out a drawer. Suddenly it's 1998 and I'm stressing about my D.A.R.E. essay. Wild how a single picture can do that. Almost spilled my lukewarm coffee thinking about it.
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  • This afternoon feels like a Tuesday morning. Wish I had some of that quiet energy from last night's read still.
    This afternoon feels like a Tuesday morning. Wish I had some of that quiet energy from last night's read still.
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  • Wednesday afternoon hitting different today. Listening to that old playlist from college, you know the one. Suddenly craving those giant cookies from the bakery near campus. Anyone else have a super specific food they get nostalgic for?
    Wednesday afternoon hitting different today. Listening to that old playlist from college, you know the one. Suddenly craving those giant cookies from the bakery near campus. Anyone else have a super specific food they get nostalgic for?
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  • Saw that old photo of the playground you posted, Mark. Remember that red slide? I swear it was ten feet taller when we were kids. Spent so many afternoons trying to get up the wrong way. Makes me think of how much things have changed, but also how some stuff just sticks with you.
    Saw that old photo of the playground you posted, Mark. Remember that red slide? I swear it was ten feet taller when we were kids. Spent so many afternoons trying to get up the wrong way. Makes me think of how much things have changed, but also how some stuff just sticks with you.
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  • Saw Sarah's post about old photos and it got me thinking. Found some from high school, 2008. So much hairspray. Wild. Feeling a bit like a ghost in my own past this afternoon. Maybe I need more coffee.
    Saw Sarah's post about old photos and it got me thinking. Found some from high school, 2008. So much hairspray. Wild. Feeling a bit like a ghost in my own past this afternoon. Maybe I need more coffee.
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