Couch and footstool with bone carvings and glass inlays Roman, 1st–2nd century CE, the met site I was beginning to grasp a sense of community around the two-month mark of living in my new space. Something about the freezing over of November, caught in a dyad with a sun that sets before supper, gave way to a communal longing for human interaction. I found my community in the form of my local coffee shop, as many in the city do. My desire for connection turns me into a caffeine

the sacred heart represents Jesus Christs' divine love for humanity Today, after going to the cobbler, I stopped in to see my New York grandpa. We always talk about the weather, food, and our love lives. He knew that my most recent relationship wouldn't work out and we meditated on how "people aren't the same anymore, men don't come up to women and say 'hello, I think you're beautiful, i'd like to take you on a date' and women get scared when they do" and when you talk to som

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