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Something about each day felt so special. 

In a way I, maybe,  couldn’t put into words. 

Even though I had made that my job (in a certain way). 

Everyone seemingly did their best, and exceeded what I had come to expect.   

So sometimes I could hear the water running in a sink.  

I think I could hear when it was hot and when it was cold.  

The water hit the metal sink sides differently.  

Sometimes I could hear chatter from my friends.  

About holidays and gifts and family and other friends.  

Sometimes I smelled leftover food from a party.  

Or just from hanging out.  

And it all felt very.  

Full. 

Happy.  

Content.  

It felt like all the things I enjoyed. 

Riley Welch

12/14/2017