it's a cold heat that melts us from the inside as we pull up the covers and taste the air for signs of something better to come -- warmer than this feeling of cool damp empty, fresher than the dusky sense of leftbehind -- unwind from the blankets and find you are alone -- growing undone and ready to run away or at least to drift -- an elegy to apologies and a hard rain to break my bones and flood my eyes
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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