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17.7.02 

today the sky was close and heavy, a wet wind swirling through the farmer's market and against my legs where my wound is slowly healing. i held sweet peas close to my face and breathed in the pure pinkness of them, felt my muscles pull and creak, complaining after a bout of yoga this morning which left us panting.

i am busy, but i am not busy enough.

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