day 16 of year 70
So, Here we Are. I thought.
Two old rags. Then, p a u s e . . .
Rags are really one of the most useful things.
Then, big laugh. I hope one big laugh and big cloth become a morning ritual.
As I unroll what we carried here, I am feeling a release from expectation. An undoing. It's like an exhale. Right before a big deep breath.
