The bottom of my feet are tore up from running, and my skin's turning brown, so it must be almost summer. My house smells like honeysuckle, wood, herbs, incense and is so clean. These are good states for me. The valley was pretty tonight, all pink humidity sky, and my hair was unmanageable, but I liked to see it all.
If the echoes are washing up, they came for me recently in the form of an old high school friend contacting me out of the blue. She asked if I still used a screen name I don't remember having (playswithkites? ugh, yes, that sounds like me, but terrible) and if I was still a vegetarian. (I was once, for like five years. I had entirely forgotten.) Silly old things...
I guess my mind is elsewhere right now.
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