And even further back!

Brown sand in my socks
and shoes.
Worth it.

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Blood red sun
skies made of smoke and loss—
I can’t breathe.

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Finally nighttime!
Noisy fans cease to the
sound of crickets.

---------- Accidentally
disturbed a tiny spider.
Now avoiding it

Opening windows...

Opening windows
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.

1/16/11, 11:58pm

I feel and hear
you breathe. Your side of the bed
is warm, comforting.