In the beginning lives
a first flicker of flame
that lick of loneliness
lighting an underworld.
The sky may be still
dark with our leaving
life, it is difficult--all
tall ideas, left as yes.
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all the things
I managed to do all the things today: I'm mostly packed (carry-on only for two weeks). Took Nu to see Sinners again per request. (My TH...
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