this is the FIRST time since July 3 that it has been
quiet
in the late day, evening.
there was a separation. You go here. You go there. and what was chaos became in some moments, quiet. Julian fell instantly asleep. Destiny thrashed but then amazingly was asleep. Somewhere before dusk. They sleep still. Earlier, for whatever reason, i said to them, I have a name. It's grace. Call me that. grace. I am worn out of Old Nana. Call me grace.
the plumbing of the shower broken. The oscillating fan broken. The cooler sort of broken…the float….and i bought one today and tried to replace the new but couldn't remove the old and ended up once again calling Travis who came, how great he doesn't have a regular job in the moment, he came and muscled the old one out, all the sediment cementing the parts and as i watched i forgave self for not being successful at doing it, there was no way
and today, after the day of the snake which i'm pretty sure was a Coachwhip…you can google….today, from the coral berry bush, across, a juvenile Skink, which you can also google…black body, cobalt blue tail…and again i am stunned by the gift of it, by how they seem to be coming, all of them, so many praying mantis, the finches less than a foot overhead, this skink, the snake
asylum
windthread 
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