*** For me, there is such a distinct, sensually and atmospherically present 'feeling' and 'look' on Sunday/s. I don't know if I am alone in my sort of observation but there is something that looks 'like sunday' in terms of light, attitude, breeze, motion, etc. I have felt this way forever about Sundays and yet, I remain ambiguously fascinated by its presence and unable to articulate the way they make feel regardless of the weather. I think if I woke up unaware of what day it was, from like, I don't know, a coma or something of that sort, I would know whether it was a sunday or not.
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