Dangerous Compassions

something beautiful

Yesterday: writing with the blackbirds, crying in the bookstore, eating some nice tomato bisque at Empty Bowl.  Life’s funny.

This morning I slept in and got up to eat breakfast.  Grackles are vocalizing outside.  I poured myself too much grapejuice.

I want to do something beautiful / make something beautiful and avoid people.  Overdid it yesterday.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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