January 31, 2021
Calm day, writing, sending out manuscripts, napping a tremendous nap full of vivid dreams.
Thinking of the first time I had Fritos, at my grandfather’s fishing camp. Have associated them with adulthood ever since. He took me in his boat and said that I’d turn into a merman of I fell into the water. The water was green and thick, not like water I had seen before. I believed him. I pictured myself way down in the depths, being a merman. It was not frightening at all.
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