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A makeshift bed

I returned to my parents’ house on a Thanksgiving visit today. My bed is gone, of course, as it’s in my current place of residence. My makeshift bed for the weekend is a folding bed that my grandfather gave me as a kid.

Sometimes you really do go back to your roots.

(Come on, after interning, traveling, and writing, I’m exhausted. You get a short observation today.)

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