Nineteen

Day 19: Diagonals.

Song: Nights in White Satin // By: The Moody Blues

“Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end.”

It’s definitely -10 F windchill outside. And the heater in our room is definitely smelling like a severely burned hair dryer and making sounds of death. If we are the cause of the fire alarm going off tonight, I’m going to cry. 

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