Moments of Quiet

No words I wrote for myself today seemed right for the internet. So instead I contemplate moments of quiet.

My cat TP seems to have the hang of it.

So I count crochet stitches and listen to the rain and divine the sigh of the electric fan.

The quiet wraps around me like a newly tumble-dried blanket.

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