The moon is coloring my emotions these days. It seems as it grows robust or is eclipsed in the sky, so do the tides of my inner world. I feel more myself these days, which is to say I am myself turned inside out. A hard surface, that’s been cracked, one where I let myself leak, patch myself up then angrily tear at my threads, stitch together my life; on…
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