approaching five
Post-meeting: my legs are shaking, my jaw is clenched, and I have the most poignant headache. The stress has been removed and I….need to remember how to relax - I've been absorbing more than I ever thought possible. My jaw won't move from its locked habit; I desperately need to see a winter-wheat-green field - preferably somewhere in the delta region: show me waving grain, show me delicate plants beside bare feet, show me the wind through your hair in the back of a pickup, show me a worn walnut table in an old school on route nowhere in western Mississippi.
posted by jessica @ 4:22 PM
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We missed you at Mosaic on Sunday...we were hoping we'd see you, maybe next time.
There's nothing like a field of wheat blowing in the wind and the waves it makes.
and you're in portland...the urban forest. Show me a tree and a patch of grass.
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