A Wire Tied to a Kite
There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of
Walk on the Beach
Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking them open
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Come Back To Bed
The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone.