Waiting for a lyft to the airport. I imagine the everpink lit room opposite is a place where weed happily grows. Does the pink car with the bent fender belong to the pink lighting lover? All seems peacefully balanced on the 9th anniversary of my fathers passing. Before that this evening was reserved for memories of those lost in the Kings Cross Station fire. As if the night is perpetually wrapped in the passing of loved ones.
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