The Weather's Not the Only Thing that's Schizoid Around Here (or) ...
You're Not Neurotic, You're Just in New England.
Today's existential crisis takes the form of a free poetic rant. Please ignore at will.
Outside the sky is a brilliant blue - that strange, wet, saturate blue of late winter and early spring. Sunlight strikes the white granite surfaces of buildings across the street from me and paints them in ( Read more... )
Today's existential crisis takes the form of a free poetic rant. Please ignore at will.
Outside the sky is a brilliant blue - that strange, wet, saturate blue of late winter and early spring. Sunlight strikes the white granite surfaces of buildings across the street from me and paints them in ( Read more... )
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speaks to me in many ways- the way only your writing can
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