Today my sink is filled with dishes from a meal shared with friends - some suddenly made, some slowly tiptoeing around my life for a while. At some time during dinner, I listened to stories of a man who ran with a bear for a few seconds in his life. Outside the moon shone and inside, our little group of uncertain, unlikely hunter-gatherers listened to tales in a circle around an imaginary fire. The primitive mood of storytelling was palpable.
Day 33 of 108
I am trying not to think about tomorrow. It is 4 am. Was trying to sleep but things are sick. Woke up to type this out. Here are all the th...
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