Dangerous Compassions

smiles, not smirks

Tonight we went to choir practice.  It makes me feel good to sing.

Today we walked to the co-op for pretend butter.  It was mostly uneventful.  There is a smashed tv on the sidewalk between here and there, though.  And some new graffiti–I’ll try to remember to take a picture for you.

This morning–again–there was someone sleeping in front of the women’s center I go to for free breakfast.  We said hi.  He wasn’t actually asleep.  On my way out, he and I made eye contact, and I smiled, but afterward I was afraid it had looked like a smirk.

–maple and brown sugar oatmeal packet, one

–orange slices

–strawberry yogurt

–bread with pretend butter


By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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