Freewrite, October 26

I’m sitting on the fourth floor of the library, facing west.  The just-risen sun is washing liquid gold over my shoulder and into the platinum strands of my hair, and I’d still be facing that way if it didn’t make it so hard to look at my laptop screen.  It is 9am.

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A Wish For Now

Found this gem in my Notes tonight: 


Written on June 15, 2015 in my Inglewood backyard. Looks like you got your wish, baby girl.