work week
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Where has my poetry gone?
Looking through old works and times, I see the search for perfect words never seemed to slip my tongue. Where has my poetry gone? I hope to find them really soon under drawers of mispronunciation and soiled aged clothes. Yesterday, I did what I said I would. And luckily, I…
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Another morning, another chai
Would I ever get tired of this? Maybe so. The sun is bright today, showing for a warm day ahead. It’s Wednesday and today, I will create art. I’ve been looking forward to this day of the week so I guess in some way you can call it my self-care…
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It is Monday, oh dear, yes it is.
And today’s cloudy grey doesn’t seem to bother much. I began my morning in the shadowed dark as I lit my candles all around. It’s Monday; a day with no further schedule than usual other than wearing something a bit warmer than I thought. My Haku cries out the window…