Noisy night. When the wind and rain are strong enough to
wake me up, it’s a storm. Weary, waiting for coffee to snap the synapses. No agenda
today. Maybe a bit of slicking up or poking in more corners for items I can
pile up for redistribution. I’m enjoying the empty spaces where unused stuff
used to collect dust. It is a pleasant chore that leaves me satisfied that my
simple life is an authentic way to use my time and space.
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