maybe i am overly attached to FEELIngs. I think this is true. I love all kinds of feelings, even hard ones.
so i'll keep questioning self a while more, while, in the meantime, just keep doing it. Why not.
i like this being a lot. How she has dressed herself in Garden. and gone to sit by the creek. She daydreams, is lost in thought, and also No Thought. The sound of the water flowing over the stones. The heat of the day. the scent of the yellow flower bushes. Dragonflies. just to her left, that chrysalis hangs, so perfectly attached to the round rib of the culvert, things happening inside, out of sight. It's the moment before the Lizard.
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