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I feel hunched. And sticky.  But mostly unsure of how I feel.  I like that he has laugh lines.

The trees are beginning to change.  I'm using this stupid seminary pen connected to someone I don't really know.  The water moves.

He was engaged once.  We are all deeper than I realize.  The sky is so beautifully blue.  I ache.

Each time I feel I have a breakthrough, I must remember these things take more than days. Years.

I can feel the concrete up my spine.  When I looked for the cricket, I found a wandering, wriggling worm.

Slowly I am being pieced together.  Peace, calmly.  All for the lavender in the sky.  I'm gathering what is interesting, and only now I'm realizing its because I want you to see.