November 8, 2022
My bladder got me up at the exact right moment to witness the dried-blood eclipse of the moon. He hung over Carolyn’s roof, not only deep red, but seemingly motionless for a long time. When the light began to come back it came deep gold. I wondered if the bears and the night creatures were watching too, and if so, what did they think?
A week or so into my study-studio, I deem it a complete success. I can move from writing to painting without moving at all. I can stare at the painting and the screen almost simultaneously. All those years sunk in superfluity! Best not think of it.
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