The Listener

An early Sunday morning-why-can’t-I-sleep-late-dammit-browse. A cue. An idea. A burst of writing. Hit ‘Send’.

Write it. Forget it. It was literally that.

Today, I remembered, and thought to check in. Nearly overlooked it. But it’s actually out there. So please read it.

Yes, I’ve still not completely gotten over my blues. But the blue is lighter now. A bit.

Meanwhile, I’m heeding sage advice from Dory: Keep swimming.

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