soul here be
home quiet reading typing breathing
life newspapers coffee cats music tired eyelids sleepy
body feeling my face while my husband is doing I know he is
reading silence and little sounds static in my ears thinking what to write and feeling it all now as paper crackles movement.
I am working on a little poem book so I can present the full Fibonacci Poems sequence in a satisfying way.
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