Sunday, August 9

Woke to find my knees drawn up to my chest, crumpled in a small space, but cozy under blankets, my head on my pillow. I slept in the cab of the truck. The light woke me, but it’s still early. I close my eyes.

I dreamed I was with Peter, I was helping him with some chore, there was a problem. It dismays me that I am still dreaming of helping Peter with chores.

Morning thought: I have learned everything I need to know for the life I want. No, it’s not true, and it’s arrogant, but there is a sliver of fact in it.

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Sunday, May 10

very pale aqua above.

watercolor strata descending toward the horizon, greenish and gold and copper and rose, and then at the horizon a bright shade of turquoise that creeps up as if it were coming closer and closer, a storm of blue.

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