yesterday and today.
yesterday. 50~60 people. All good hearted, all with so much inside them. Some of which they voiced there, much more of which i assume was unsaid. Who they all are. Are. Are. You could tell a lot by the food. I keep thinking about the food. Which was really astounding. How people cooked and baked. because it said PotLuck, so they cooked and baked in each their own homes and brought it. I want to keep looking at this.
The early part of the day was work away, being a Monday on that calendar map. and when Home, i was just kind of wandering. I saw
how the asparagus i planted last year has come UP. I looked a long time at this.
my skin. Skin. my skin
this shell, this Home of a Being now finding its self on a log in a desert
windthread 
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