Silent today except for the tedious repetition on four or five calls to insurance companies mostly about people fed up and at the end of the ropes they're currently holding. My stomach is still a little unsettled and I am unable to form a coherent narrative of the night before last. Fragments. I watched the bright Beaver Moon set slowly through the high windows. I retched up something from early childhood. Choking. Am I being punished? No, this is only a story you are telling yourself. The Creator wants you to travel lightly, the man said. To love your life.
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