Primarily a day of scheming, dreaming, and hatching plans: travels to be had (Houston, Dallas, San Antonio, as we move more deeply into fall and the weather cools—as of now, we’re not out of the woods yet); writing projects; upcoming events.
Last night I went to Atlantis, compared tridents, and collected seashells for my hair. Very elaborate business, the Meeting of People these days. Afterward I walked down the wide stone steps and stared out over the water. The moon was just where I left it and the trees were taller than I was.
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