Sunday, May 7, 2023

 


May 1, 2023

CRF is dead, my student and my wife in Our Town. What does a person that young die of? 

Truly a stupendous day, I think, looking back on it. Rose early and wrote by the river, wrote well, pulling my winter jacket tight around me. Gardened hard and long, digging and clearing, planting the rest of the evening primrose. 

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