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mumblelard 2 days
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what will be whither and this time or tuesday's lemons are full of grace
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mumblelard 3 days
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grace or wok skills
i entered my attic bedroom and a large shaven headed man was there sitting on the edge of the bed. it used to be his room and his family still lived in the house below. gone for many years and seldom mentioned, i had assumed he was dead
the skin on his face was interrupted by a pattern, a harlequin of broken glass, with large shards painted to look like skin but not. i couldn't tell what was concealed under the paint
he asked me if they would be able to tell and i had to tell him yes and he wept
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mumblelard 5 days
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melanie or happy best iron on t-shirt contest saturday imaginary constructs
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mumblelard 7 days
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hakuna moshi and also happy clean sheets day imaginary constructs
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mumblelard 8 days
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found pen phases or the sprue cutter
riding in the back of a boat my grandfather was navigating at full speed over top of a florida town long ago consumed by the ocean, my parents sitting beside him, all of them healthy and robust. grandfather was telling them important things to know and remember. the noise of the engine hid almost everything from me, but the wind carried occasional words back to me and they burst against my head, overwhelming me with scenes of other places and times
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mumblelard 14 days
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last night, i dreamt that i awoke surrounded by strangers claiming to be family and friends. from their demeanor it was clear that i had believed them for a long time. i fled, abandoning that life, that entire broken identity. i started a new life as an elementary school math teacher, teaching lessons in the produce aisle of a recently abandoned grocery store
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mumblelard 15 days
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i left my mark in found graphite on the whitest part of the sidewalk where it will blur and fade under the passing footsteps
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mumblelard 17 days
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monday who when they were not or happy no matter what happens next i had a really good weekend imaginary constructs
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mumblelard 20 days
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mumblelard 21 days
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candy corn gorp and rich text rosetta stones
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mumblelard 21 days
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happy clean towel day imaginary constructs!
when she sees me taking them out of the dryer, boba dives onto the bed so i can i pile them over her. she circles around inside until she makes a hollow den and she bakes in the cozy heat of it all
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mumblelard 22 days
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the rain was heavy but the winds were low. i kept the windows open all night and fell so deep inside my dreams it felt like i lived whole other life
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mumblelard 24 days
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we did it
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mumblelard 26 days
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manifestations of my familiar or happy second day of spring imaginary constructs
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mumblelard 27 days
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thank you for your service, fiskars eight inch non-stick titanium softgrip scissors
you lived, ready-to-hand, in the hone slot of my knife block and together, for the last six years and seventy five days, we have opened bags and boxes, snipped ties and tape, shaped paper and cloth. sometimes though, i asked more of you, we trimmed the woody stems of herbs, we pruned the branches of plants, and as your final task, we cut through the rib cage of a spatchcocking spring chicken. i tried to repair your broken handle, but it was not to be. for now your slot sits empty. you will be missed
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mumblelard 28 days
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the scrying mirror or winter wanes
yesterday was a difficult day and yesternight was a difficult night, but today already feels like something better. the last gasping grasp of the dark season, one hopes
this year i have decided to abandon the astronomical accounting of seasons and also happy last day of winter imaginary constructs
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mumblelard 1 month
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this time last year i found a hatchet half-buried in the mud by the river. i rinsed it off with river water and hung it from a notch in the porch frame. i've tried to pass it on to others a few times but it doesn't seem to want to go anywhere. last sunday it fell off the notch, an object drawn from the accumulation of objects in my life for my special attention, the hatchet reversed. today i carried it down to the river and laid it back on the stretch of muddy bank where i found it
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