Published on 2025-01-16 by Anita
I want to write so that I can think things through. My mind is like a mud pot, bubbling, yet still mud.
Published on 2025-01-13 by Anita
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Published on 2024-12-21 by Anita
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Published on 2024-11-03 by Anita
Last night I awoke to the rain and had a new thing happen. I began to think of a poem.
Published on 2024-10-19 by Anita
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