With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
To take a block of life and grate it into something somewhat poetic is how I get through when it all gets too much.
And it is all getting too much.
Happy birthday, Ma!
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This feels endless - the water problem with rusty, reddish water running through the taps, the heat, the unending piece of work that I am t...
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