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on the goodness of night

there is no greater relief than shucking of day sloughing off costume rituals of potion and removal of turning down of putting away clothes folded nicely behind the closet door everything in its place blanket at my thirsty feet light … Continue reading

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homeopathy

The prettiest sunny day of the prettiest life. How insanely blessed am I┬áto have this perfect quiet space? I can almost feel the way I only feel standing on the farm in Alabama. (Are other people’s feelings so place-bound and … Continue reading

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digging in

Things you feel so grateful for when they aren’t there for the longest: apartment full of silence full bottles of shampoo and soap in the shower, my shower, my clean shower, my clean hot shower soft fluffy towels waiting on … Continue reading

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Alabama, Arkansas; I do love my Ma and Pa

I’m going on the road, kiddos, back to the homeland. Nope, not Black Rock City. My other home. It’s summer vacation time, and I’m spending mine getting back in touch with my roots. Oakland, I’m coming to you first, oh … Continue reading

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From My Gloriously Sun Dappled Roost

First day of school means exhaustion; I can never sleep the night before. This time because my bed is an air mattress which has sprung a leak, which I tried to think of as being similar to a hammock or … Continue reading

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In Which Our Heroine Masters Geographic Reality But Not Semicolons…

This morning is a long, slow one, one that is really an afternoon, spent leisurely accomplishing the tasks of waking; making coffee together nude in our kitchen, feeling the warm air through the open window on our bodies for the … Continue reading

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