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Days 9, 10: Jellyfish, Drizzle

Yes, I’m behind. I blame the sudden appearance of a dog disguised as a moose (or vice versa) and the fact that I keep getting slightly ahead on writing poems and then get a poem (YAY!) that I want to respond to instead.  I’m not sure how jumping off from a poem about pancakes and sunrises ended up being on a postcard with butterflies and talking about bees, but the ways of writing are strange and surreal, esp. at 2 a.m.















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