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in my dream I eat the turquoise jelly of the ocean

and shake sun and salt out of my hair

Perks of being a writer


as it turns out, most of the alphabet soup in my head gets eaten or destroyed or simply gone. Whatever remains that can be seen, rememory or haphazard notes-app etchings, will be here if not put out already. That and my favorite pictures.

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