Thoughts seem to slosh around like water around my head. I could write pages and pages from these bursts, but the ideas are time-lapse photography flowers that seem to sprout, bloom, and die before I can write even one sentence.
These thoughts are beautiful, profound, and delicate. Everything is happening so fast.
This is the best I can do right now.
Goodnight. I’ll be right here; thinking.
key west
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