July 26, 2008 § Leave a comment


So much has happened and is happening.  Meanwhile, I struggle with voice, and with reticence.  I miss my piano, music, dancing.  I miss things that aren’t words.

Plans, phone calls, housecleaning, paperwork.  Some money has come in, and more will follow.  I bought a banker’s box for my work, and file folders.  I am registered for the fall term.

The summer yawns and stretches.  An eclipse looms.  I have cut my hair short and can feel the night air on the back of my neck.  My neighbours are talking on their balcony.

Almost August, month of bookmarks and birthdays.  But not quite.


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