day 131
it's been duly noted that when my flow gets interrupted - my many lives stall alongside the process - or lack thereof
my plans of solitude and reflection - my scheduled recharge, if you will, can take a major tumble when, during the beginning stages of some zen weeding in the garden, the neighbor pulls out his big ass chainsaw and proceeds to push the decibel level to near sonic boom
that was yesterday - mid seventies and dry
ugh.
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