To The Children: Pre-Recorded

    Pre-Recorded. So sorry. Not writing. Reflections? Have there be any? Any Self? Napping, wake-me when something changes. Living. Time-passages. Daily routines. Patterns to lean upon. Propped-up by daily concerns. Every timeless now, and thens which pass unseen, I rub my sleepy eyes. Sitting on my terrace in the chilly, late evening air, my attention on the phone, swiping…

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