notes from the outer world.

10am and on. Clouds in rags: The morning, the wind, and everything in many ways fast and fierce. Like opening that drawer in the morning to notice everything inside blowing out within the wink of an eye. Blinking, refocussing, as inbound calls line up. A sequence of continued interrupts.

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