today.

i have a bruise all up and down my left arm. there are 73 days left until december 12th. i have lost my voice. hudsonsbay and hockeycanada paid for my october. money is helpful. no further comment. i am supposed to run a race. can't breathe right. liquid drugs help at night. i wore boat boots and a wool coat today. goodness. cleaning. i cracked my mirror. whispering it's all for the best. life without my girls would be no good. ungrounded. strong voices, honorable, life-filled. i am solid. mornings are early now. silent, flying, my feet hit cold floorboards thinking of coffee and finishing fast. not weary, yet. it's all for the best. questioning. it's enough. it's not new, not mine, it's bigger, it's ours, all of ours, these small things between you and me, we need to see that, infective, affective. i have charged up my old nokia phone. am ready to move. this is something more. this.

today it hailed and then the sun came out.

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thom yorke. someone else's words. repeat:



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