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things you can't see - by larissa pham - intimacies

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Last night, on my way to my friends’ album release party, I was walking and eating a slice of pizza because I didn’t want to get too drunk when I started drinking and outside the bar I saw that the moon was orange. Copper, even, like a coin.

Last night, on my way to my friends’ album release party, I was walking and eating a slice of pizza because I didn’t want to get too drunk when I started drinking and outside the bar I saw that the moon was orange. Copper, even, like a coin. I wedged the crust into my mouth to free my hands and took a picture because I wanted to show it to you. I thought it might have been an eclipse, which would have been romantic. Then I learned that it’s orange from the fires in Canada. The haze from the smoke is changing the color of the sky. In interviews lately I’ve been trying to sneak in my thoughts…

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