I will probably not use this. But I'd like to keep it somewhere, just in case.
You start again, even though you have a short story due in ten hours for your writing seminar, which is supposed to be your major except that you can’t seem to write anymore. You come back to the darkroom the next day, and the next. You stop falling asleep to the sound of half-formed sentences. Instead, when you close your eyes, you feel your hand rocking, gently, up and down.
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