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doing life

Hey, my beautiful darling finally guestblogged. That last post is so lovely, like a poem. I fill with curiosity–what will he say next? His words nourish me like little tasty fruits. I’m like pacman eating his words like those dots in a line. Doing life–talking to people, listening to music, sleeping, eating delicious foods. I… Read More »

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Dangerous Compassions

so happy

“Showers are dangerous places! Especially if you might get struck by the lightning of ideas,” I told Ming. “I couldn’t write it down, because there wasn’t a pen–I thought of using soap crayons, but there were none.” I sowed some seeds for microgreens, sunflowers this time, and I thought they were dead, that they must… Read More »