Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-Six
Tom the turkey is so loud. So, so loud.
I startle him, and he startles me as I walk around the curve. The turkey trots away into the front yard.
The art of impossible.
Maybe it’s the coffee.
Was hoping for a morning glory muffin, but will settle for the morning bun.
Nothing feels true because there is no trust.
I think these parents are taking it way more seriously than I am.
A good preview of what’s to come.
A box full of vegetables and flowers.
“The limits of my language are the limits of my world.”