The Swell
Whou! Three tough weeks left. People are having a rough time in the village. I have stopped answering my door, trouble just seems to show up. I have become a super hunaanzah, a lost indian, and a mermaid as the water swells after breakup. I keep finding myself face to face with the ferocious, maintaining life and possibility.
The whale and the bear play. The night only occurs in my dreams. Parts of me will return to the images and songs here. Stories and images will remain here. Photographs in time. Evidence of life. Proof that one existed.
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