PRESS PLAY AND READ ALONG. (PREFERABLY WHILE YOU ARE ON YOUR PHONE IN BED)  

OR

PRESS PLAY AND LISTEN. (PREFERABLY IF YOU ARE DRIVING)

On rare occasions when I’m tired of routine, I'll mess up my room. I'll take the drawers out of my dresser. I'll pour them out on my bed in hopes to be reminded of things I wasn’t aware that I’ve missed. A few letters that I’ve received will fall out, and I’ll reread them as I lay on the ground. I’ll be reminded of emotions that I’m sure the writers no longer feel, but assumptions go without confirmation, so I’m never really sure, only sure of my feelings and how they've changed. 

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Thursday March 24th. It was around 6 pm. I was driving down Pavilion with Aaron to get dinner at Chipotle and then to run a few errands afterwards. There were two elderly women standing in front of a Citizen's Patrol car waving for drivers to turn around. In all my years here, I've never seen Pavilion shut down before.