In the early mornings a cool dew now lingers in the grass, but like my vague thoughts of winter it disappears with the sun. Continue reading
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notes from the woods
Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. Continue reading
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I have been staring at the cursor for quite a while trying to gather my thoughts. The blinking line on this blank computer page is filled with so much more expectation than if I just had a piece of paper sitting quietly in front of me. It seems to be prodding me into action, and simultaneously lulling me into a hypnotic state. This will probably be the most coherent one of these things that I ever write. Just thought I would warn you now, whoever you are.
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notes from New York City
walked a dozen blocks,
breathing it all in
the old, the new, the beautiful, the crumbling, all linked together by sidewalks and narrow streets like strings tying together.
walked a dozen blocks, lived a dozen different lives
the doorways, the windows, the alleys
worlds like secrets written on a piece of paper,
folded, in my pocket