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feel free to skip this one folks, especially if you don't want to see shameless photos of me flexing.
an intermission on something trite
You’ve been getting the feeling that all of the days are stretched out and stitched together into a long sheet of gauzy cloth.
Personal
Sometimes, in the early morning, when the sun lights the leaves emerald green, I think about rumination.
Fiction
There is so much I want to share with you. Each time I do, I marvel at how it gets transformed.
No fiction so defaulting back to a list of things consuming my thoughts lately
Consumption
+1
Cinnamon sugar and bread dough rising in the early morning sun. He was stuck in rumination.
You tell yourself you’re ready to rewrite Big Bend. It’s been enough time and your attachment to it is gone. You think, to do it accurately, you must return. This time alone.
Last remnants of the green spring cling to newly installed metal fences. You’ve been spending too much time inside: scrolling endlessly and hoping someone you used to know will contact you just to spice things up.
