The boxes of history are being packed
Books, sorted and boxed by genre: art, to the studio; healing, horses, herbs; journals and sketchbooks, of which there are two
I am a loss for memories
I have been so many things in this lifetime, the thread of similarities run deep
looking, longing, expressing the hidden knowing
I am a being without beginning
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I want these days, nothing more than to put all of it right, in order, logically and methodically buttress myself against the chaos of life
The refrigerator's hum is constant
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