Place.

 Establishing place.

Short periods of activity towards progress.

I remember what it was like, the slow morning by myself.

Light coming in the window, staring out the window. Staring for as long as I want quietly with coffee.

Woolen blankets, wool clothes.


As a girl my mother and grandmother would say

Sarah likes everything to be just so.


The new therapist talks about cycles

How it takes a couple of years to see people everyday to weekly, commune. Gather.

See people who like us who we like friends.

And the cycle.

The four letters

Form storm reform and perform


I know I’ve done this before

And there’s a cabinet full of junk in front of me to prove it.


Inside my many ages




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