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Thursday, May 9, 2013

Wounded Present Tense


221/ three stitches knotted tightly across shoulder blades, constant reminders of the past self I once was and the wounded present tense —

One of those ritual, habitual days—minor details: after church service we went to get coffee, drove home. I organized files, setup a quick informal essay, and graded papers. Off and on Brendan and I spent time together, outside in an alternating system of wintery chill, then warm sun. The sky shone with a crisp blue and a lack of clouds.

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