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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