Yesterday. Laundry, cave cleaning. Discovery Park. Scolding wrens and adorable tiny black mice scurrying across trails in the filtered sunlight. Studio. Finishing my yellow striped piece.
This morning scrumpled bedclothes. Old words darting in between the folds of minds and dreams and memories. Hard to tell them from one another. Woke up scattered and glad to be alone. Remembered dreams of writing personals ads and laughing out loud in the early morning stillness. Then the soft piano alarm sounded and called me into my day. First time I've written here before I am fully awake.
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