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Dusty Summer Musings

Dusty Summer Musings
Isabella Edstrom


Hunched over her doodled paper
A strand of wispy hair escapes from its restraints
It trails across the page thoughtlessly
Rays of mellow sunlight seep in between gaps
The blinds must be broken again
Air sits too heavily with too much stress
Crumpled paper snowballs roll across dusty floors
Catch, read, deliver
The long hand of the clock flicks across one more minute
She sighs
The tired exhalation is barely audible
Pens scratch harshly across many pages
More lifeless strands fall across her face
They await the same fate as everyone
Soon to be impatiently brushed aside



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