Thursday, November 9, 2023

 

November 8, 2023

Some animal scurries on the roof as I write. 

Good session by the river this morning. Wrote from a heart that looks more, sometimes, like Shelley’s than my own. 

C says she dreamed of me in a glorious suit of clothes, and that I swept her off her feet to a new life in California. She should warn her husband that she has options. 

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