The title says it all.
Today tides welled on the sidewalk.
Today I held a dragon.
This morning I had a conversation with my past self. She said she was disappointed, and I said, “That’s fine.”
This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.
The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.
“My dear, I can’t stay – you have a disease, I’m afraid…”
What sort of tool do you craft out of nothing?
My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.
You hold the gift of “do no harm”…