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I wrote this prose the night we found out about the stricter lockdown.  It seems so long ago now and even though it will never be our normal it is ...

I wish there were a rhythm to my thoughts. I wouldn't mind the bad ones so much if I could predict when they're due;if there were obvious catalys...

A chain of leaves,   Willow vines leading up and up,   Grains of salt caught in the creases of my palms,   A crack in the cement,   A wic...