Thursday, January the 26th.

The clouds were moving with an unusual swiftness, as though late for a rainstorm miles away. I met some blackbirds on wires but they had little to say on the subject; despite functioning on a plane closer to the sky, they’d failed to learn its language.

I came home and ate warm vegetables and vowed to ignore everything that makes me feel too small.

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