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The prisoners of infinite choiceHave built their house In a field below the woodAnd are at peace. It is autumn, and dead leavesOn their way to the riverScratch like birds…
For some reason, today’s post comes earlier than yesterday’s post. I don’t know why. It’s called “Communal Mothering and Hobbies” and you can find it if you scroll down below…
I continue to struggle with sleep. This morning, I just got up when my body wanted to–a brutal 5am–and did some yoga, meditation, ate breakfast, read the juicy NYTimes on…