Start the morning with coffee and cake.
Sit down and find the words clinging
to the edges of consciousness, waiting
their turn to organize the chaos of being.
Traipse through fond recollection and
not so reliable memory. Scene missing.
Blurred scenes. Plot points vague and
uncertain. How much time was that?
The camera lens is fixed on one position.
The weather is clear, the sun is lighting
enough for the scene. Action. One
continuous take. Just this moment.
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