Autumn afternoon
Soft light touching branches and leaves
Sitting in Starbucks
A star with antlers
Star, like a wild horse, bucking across the universe
Cacophony of noise
Chairs being dragged
Voices in a myriad of languages
Competing with music for space
A blur of sounds
Orders called out
Mysterious, unknown
I am consistent with a green tea almond latte
Extra large, extra scoop
Afternoon treat
Coming alive
Chocolate chip cookie melts in my mouth
Senses awaken
Closed eyes everything is distinct and blurred
I write for the first time since …. when?
Who will read, who cares?
Just do it
For life
The light is bright
The pain is absent
I breathe as if coming up from the depths of a dark lake
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Letting this go
No edits
Raw, alive,
Starbucks
Dancing to the Words 
I breathe as if coming up from the depths of a dark lake. Wow 🙏
I’m glad that you write again and I hope that your recovery is going well 🌺
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Thank you Ada. Recovery is far slower than I would like. Reading people’s blogs inspires me to stay connected to creativity and be a bit more willing to send forth my words and images.
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Courage Arati ! ✊
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I read it and I love it on a number of different levels … it’s real and raw and energised, textured and sensory 💛
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Thank you Osyth. I feel nourished by the specificity of your words. They are the experience I wanted to convey.
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That makes me happy.
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