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Listening to my apartment is best in the morning. The swirl of passing traffic punctuated by bird song and the gentle footsteps of my neighbor upstairs... I am reminded that I am single and that I have nothing figured out yet and that is probably how I will feel for most of my life: alone and clueless. And yet, stubbornly, my sense of the poetry persists. I ride the wave of sadness and sip my coffee. (patiencepatiencepatiencepatiencepatience)