It's just past 5. I was wondering whether I should begin work or really take it easy until later. Maybe go to the market to get a papaya and paneer and chillies. But it's compulsive - this typing on a page without any agenda.
Embers. I find myself thinking of embers and fire.
And deep sleep and deep rejuvenation. And nourishing darkness. And in that darkness, embers.
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