dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, July 04, 2016

longing for them

We are out at the goddess temple having a restful day of napping and reading and writing. Planning a to do list for tomorrow. Wednesday we leave town for an excellent adventure. There's lots to do tomorrow to prepare. 

We are supposed to have a bbq with our priestess friend, but the wind kicked up. 

I'm lying in bed under the swamp cooler feeling my nerve hurt. Today I wrote a letter to a penpal in Germany and a poem about musicboxes and greasy rectangles of school cafeteria pizza. 


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