I find myself unable to write.
Partly, there is too much to say and so only disjointed fragments of stories exist in my head.
Partly, there are no longer words, only images and moods I cannot quite leave.
I liked the circling buzzards in this photo by LunaSol.
That's kind of how it is.
If you have the time... you might like to read this entry from the Cassandra Pages. It's where I go these days for sustenance.
Perhaps appropriately, it's entitled "Round about Blue."
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