Sometimes we look for things in the wrong places. Sometimes we don't take action. Sometimes we do too much. Sometimes we have no expectations. Sometimes we work with little material and the results are amazing. Sometimes we wonder and silence.
She stayed there for a short while, trying not to cry. Her flight was late, her night was horrible, and she felt-was lonely. Broken. In the morning sun of a cold winter far away from home.
Image: Hopper, Summer Interior.
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