feeling I have closed all the doors and what's more the windows are too high to reach -- a peach of a problem to have when there's still light to grab and a pocket to hold full -- pull yourself up and cup hands to ears to fears of being silenced -- the riots police their own plans and the trails all run through native lands with geologic bends and depending on your circumstances not much time's left for happy dances when you're on your way out and the sky leaves a bill
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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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