In Duluth ^ I can see signs of gentrification, but not everywhere.
I’m sitting in the co-op seating area looking out at Lake Superior—I can see a giant ship in the harbor. I’m drinking tea and waiting for Marz to finish her shift so we can go picnic up the shore.
On the three-hour bus ride up here, I dozed off and on, looked out the window at birch and pine, and thought of the coworker who’s most difficult for me. They seem controlling, and I’m a little afraid of their sourness, but…
What if, before we were born, our souls really had made a plan to meet up on Earth?
It was such a funny and darling idea, my fear dropped.
“Maybe our souls could meet up without our egos needing to know.”
Open sesame!
😆 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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