in low morning light. These rays can’t be screened, they pierce through the heavy grey clouds, a phenomenon that we grow weary of after consecutive days of a buried sun. Even today with a full solar eclipse, we wouldn’t have caught a glimpse if it were in our sight at this junction of the hemisphere. These three amigos generally gather around the steps absorbing the morning glimmers. Today, they wait for brighter beams that may or may not magically appear on the tips of their noses. If not they will reconvene mañana and maybe the sun will peek out by then. If not these three live lucidly knowing there are other possibilities that most don’t know even exist, and other possibilities that we don’t even think could be possible to exist.
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I’m just returning to wordpress and see you have been very active these past weeks! Glad to reconnect with it all. Happy writing 🙂
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Glad to see you in this space again! I hope you recharged and that you are finding joy within, especially in the experimental environment we are finding ourselves in. I can’t wait to see what you have been up to! I have been more active on instagram than this space until recently. It’s less time to write on ig, something that I don’t find a whole lot of with a full house. Since the censorship has cracked down there, I am trying to keep the writing going here, in case we all get de-platformed with our thoughts. I need to figure out how to get about 400 post transferred without manually re-writing, since I seem to have a lot to say these days. What a time to be alive.
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