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Goodnight friends! The wavering air is rich w/sensation. Flowers dessicated in the heat—scents clarified, dense & syrupy. Electric poles bled slow runnels of gooey pitch. What seemed so much like tiny apples continued to redden w/o swelling until they turned glossy near-black, showing themselves as wild cherries, tart & sweet.

Creative self still dissolute & muffled, but slowly regaining myself!

May we choose solidarity & mutual aid w/our fellow people pushed to the margins today, & every day!