June 1
It’s strange. I walk around this apartment as if I’ve already lived here. Or as if a future version of me sent images back to me, and I know it already, so I feel at home in a way I can’t describe. Like I’ve always known this place. This morning I took pictures of myself in the hallway mirror because I thought I looked so beautiful. Like I’d always known her too. Maybe *this* is homecoming.
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