In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey (yourghosts) wrote,
In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey
yourghosts

We blow bubbles at construction workers on his front porch & laugh and it
feels so perfect. My hand is all screwed up, It won't bend all the way out
and it aches at night. Everytime I walk by where I fell and started this
whole crazy mess I cringe and am extra careful. Sloth-like.

I am making art out of scraps of fabric from quilts, glue,
cardboard, and my loopy creativity. Kody loves it and
I think it's a start, though to what I am not sure.

Heavy from chinese food. thisvandalism
your letter was mailed off today in the post.
love you. ♥
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