A month is a disturbingly long time. It hides within the folds of the weeks and days too many innumerable mini dramas that take place, resolve, or dissipate into background noise.
Within the space of the last month, I think about where did the texture of reality fall short of the ways I desire beauty, connection, harmony? Where are the pressure points wh…
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