For the third day of the second month of the twentieth year of this century.

Three things I hate:

Incompetent immoral people in positions of power
Feeling helpless and overwhelmed by everything
[Redacted] for causing someone I love so much pain

Two things I don’t much care for:

Cilantro
Repetitive noises

Twenty things I like in no particular order:

Coffee
Toast, usually peanut buttered
The smell of freshly mown grass
The muffled sound of the world during and after a big snow
A perfectly baked molasses cookie
A new book
An old book
Lilacs
Bibimbap
Hand knit socks
The painting hanging over my chair
Crusty bread
Italics
A perfectly fried egg
Noise cancelling earphones
Traveling, alone
Grey
The sound of moving water
The feel of this glass pendant I keep in my pocket
The fake poets of February, and the real one poets too (I guess that’s twenty-one)

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