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Soft to the touch, I reach back and fall down
It is snowing on our street! Lightly, vaguely, and in the damp way where it turns to meltwater as soon as it touches street or steps or car hoods, but I believe it to be our first snow of the year. I can't pretend our planet isn't on fire, but I appreciate that at least some of the seasons are still trying to feel like themselves.
I feel awful but appear to be writing fiction, slowly, for the first time in months. It's not necessarily relevant, but I like this digital painting: "Lament of my Second Heart." Also I will have to listen to this album, since it was inspired by Le Guin's Gethen: Gavilán Rayna Russom's The Envoy (2019).
I feel awful but appear to be writing fiction, slowly, for the first time in months. It's not necessarily relevant, but I like this digital painting: "Lament of my Second Heart." Also I will have to listen to this album, since it was inspired by Le Guin's Gethen: Gavilán Rayna Russom's The Envoy (2019).
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And congratulations on the writing.
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I feel kind of like I should write it something.
And congratulations on the writing.
Thank you!