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I’ve watched this progression happening inside my home over the past month or so. The container garden in my sun porch at some point brought little flying bugs into the environment. Whether they came from the soil or from the great outdoors is unclear, but they arrived, nonetheless. And I have tried several remedies that
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Yesterday was too much. In fact, the too much started the day before, and I didn’t do a good job of mitigating it at the outset. But who is great at mitigating, really? On Thursday, when I took the bus to the doctor, there was so much chaos. There was a woman who insisted her
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It is a melancholy morning. I’m not sure if the weather is affecting my mood, as the various shades of grey float overhead and the street is filled in a sort of half-light. The green looks green, but all the other hues seem dulled with this canopy of neutral sky where I want the
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There is a line in Lewis Carroll’s tales of Alice’s Adventures that reads: “You’re not the same as you were before,” he said. You were much more… muchier… you’ve lost your muchness.” I’ve often liked that line, spoken to Alice about the ways that she has changed. And though the point of Carroll’s writing was
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Over the last several weeks I have been embarking on a project to increase my wall art. I’ve lived in this apartment for five years now, and it is about time that I make the walls my own, instead of just putting a few things on existing nails leftover from someone else’s decorating. It is
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The last few days I haven’t been able to keep control of my letters. They keep switching up and making the words I mean to write a jumbled mess. And this is not figurative in any way. I’m seriously dyslexic of late. It isn’t a major issue, since we have these lovely computer checks of
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