FIFTEEN: The squirrel

I was looking out of my bedroom window after writing something pretty depressing. When I saw this squirrel perched on a piece of wood, eating – eating something or another

I felt like that squirrel was outside my window saying to me, Hey, Eliza, there’s a reason. I’m it.

So long,

Eliza

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