Stories came today, and I tried following without the exact same stresses and resentments from before. After all, I’ve changed, or at least recharged after time off, time away, right? Maybe. I found enough to get to day’s end, having put the words where they were supposed to go.

A big gray dramatic inkblot of a cloud, gray edging toward charcoal at its center, floating at least several thousand feet below a choppy mix of light gray cloudy skies late Monday afternoon, December 6, 2022 in San Pablo, California

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