Even an island ringed with windswept blue
even my lonely body in heartbreaking Casceaux
even this lilacking season
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Reading:
- Uncle Tungsten – Oliver Sacks
- Reading the Forested Landscape – Tom Wessels
- Scattered: How Attention Deficit Disorder Originates and What You Can Do About It – Gabor Mate
- Stan – Marream Krollos
- Radical Acceptance – Tara Brach
- On the Winding Stair – Joanna Howard
- Thoughts Without a Thinker – Mark Epstein
- The Birds – Tarjei Vesaas
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- Hard times in P-town. Feeling thin, flimsy, dragg...
- Today the storms and the sun-dazzles mixed, the Bl...
- Bessarabia, how you weary me! Your rose-petals ste...
- Black ledge gurgles and swims in a swollen tide, t...
- Trees give leaf, dirt-plots bloom; my grief runs l...
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