Text 29 – it’s only nature

In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. Here is Text 29.

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Text 26 – infusion

In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. Here is Text 26.

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Text 12 – innocence is innocent

In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. I will share some of mine here – one at a time.

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Breaking In at the Pink Pony

journal entry August 1, 1996 I’m at the Pink Pony now, waiting to begin the ritual of being broken in to a new job. This is a real neighborhood homebody place. So far all I’m doing is sitting on a couch. I’m grateful that this place has windows, a lot of light. Jane is training […]

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