24. Dislocation, Part 2
Jet lag. Sometimes I beat it quickly, sometimes not. This time has been the latter. I haven’t been able to write. If I’m not walking around, I’m falling asleep. The light is very bright. I went to a doctor’s appointment. I went to the cemetery for an anniversary. I picked wild violets from the grass between the graves; for once the…
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