My body doesn't usually feel good, and my brain tells me lies all day. Writing out words in a particular order relieves a weight on my bones. I am especially grateful when the order of the words perfectly expresses my experience in this place. I typed out these lines one morning when the sun was glaring into my bed room. I may look back on this in ten years and think is is crap, but for now, I feel accomplished with this piece of work. (It still doesn't matter, but it's some thing, you know?)
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