I am sleepy. I have been since the last three or four days. Some things have changed in the last week of January. Where does sleep grow? Some nights I am so dazed, I imagine an orchard that's coated with a lavendar haze and it's filled with tiny silvery sleep flowers. Every time a sleep flower blooms, a little bit of a yawn comes out. I think there's a story there. But too tired now to think that through.
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Day 65 of 108
Heaving a sigh. I am not having a good day, week, month, year. It is getting very very difficult and I think it will get stickier and toughe...
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