today

This afternoon, I met a friend at a cafe. We discussed the death of her coworker; they were only 31. We exchanged soup recipes, hers was tortilla and mine was celery.

Is this what life is? These precious moments, and attempting to immortalize them through ink? I remind myself that my awareness of time passing requires my being alive. I am here today, and that is enough.

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Soup currently in progress as I post this

ily thanks for reading as always <3