from the top of the first page to the end of the last day

I don’t know how to put a name to what I’m feeling. If it were anything else, it would be:

music
A Lack of Color.Death Cab for Cutie
Don’t Panic.Coldplay
Dreams.The Cranberries
Sweet Baby James.James Taylor

words
Ethan Frome
Nine Stories
Peter Pan Chapter 11
Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills

place
the state line
New York City

thing
snow-blanketed hillside
blue-black sky
dandelions
mittens
mix tapes
sunsets

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