I'm still sick and the rain is making ice slashes on the windowpanes and the garden is just sticks and noon is a bluish wintery half-light and the hearth is cold but I'm tucked up on the couch under a quilt with fancy chocolates and a good meal inside me and the kitchen is clean and I've made some space to rest and it's the gentlest and most peaceful tiny quiet space you can even imagine.
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June 2019
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