I talked to a neighbor and felt connection.
I texted with a friend and felt solidarity and love. I worked on a project that is useful and that I have the resources to contribute to sustainably. The echinacea and the mint are fading and ragged in the late summer sun. I can feel autumn coming. Everything ends; everything begins again.
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