Come and get me, Wednesday.
I feel ready for anything. Don't know why.
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Working on a new piece, slowly, slowly.
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Beatrice is finding words. It feels that way, like she's rummaging around in her throat and locating what happen to be recognizable sounds attached to recognizable meanings. She's been talking for a long time; these days it's fun being able to understand her.
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After speaking with a dear friend, a resolution has been made: some days will be devoted only to writing and reading. Some days to teaching stuff. Some days to errands and miscellany. I want a chalkboard to write this down on.
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Working on a new piece, slowly, slowly.
*
Beatrice is finding words. It feels that way, like she's rummaging around in her throat and locating what happen to be recognizable sounds attached to recognizable meanings. She's been talking for a long time; these days it's fun being able to understand her.
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After speaking with a dear friend, a resolution has been made: some days will be devoted only to writing and reading. Some days to teaching stuff. Some days to errands and miscellany. I want a chalkboard to write this down on.
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