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sundays ephemera

27. SUNDAYS ARE FOR...

slow

mornings

fresh flowers in a vase

giving thanks

black tea + biscotti

in bed

finishing long chapters

(laundry + preparing for

Mondays)

or hiking

to feed the cows

peace + fluff

afternoon naps

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sunday flowers ephemera

sunday peace ephemera

Here it goes—I clear my throat—and cue the violins

Making moves—shout it from the rooftops—

I’m trying to live, yeah—

Somewhere
far far away
beyond the crowds
and city lights,
out of the darkness
we can shi-i-ine—

❚❚

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30. FLIP SIDE [skip ►►]

Monday morning will
rise to shine + heat my closed
eyelids—the B-side

#napowrimo #onrepeat


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