The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
This room Safe Without walls
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Personal narratives are something we all construct, even if we choose not to share them.
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
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