Half past eight this morning.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry |
Have also nicknamed my new (still unboxed) robot vacuum cleaner Muriel.
I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
Half past eight this morning.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry |
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