A week unceilinged and all I wrote were lists: birds and mammals (to remember) things home that must be attended (to forget). Blue of sky and water. Grey of sky and water (rain). I was there. There was no order of importance to thought: bird. prow. school of smelt. fucus popping underfoot at tideline. library books due. the tub caulking faulty. Words lost to the untranslatable body.
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