This place feels like a secret again. I can shout and sing and hear echoes.
For a time, the room was fuller and people were watching and waiting to see things fall out of my mouth and heart. I was a comedian with only three jokes.
Now it's quiet and I come here to twirl around in the space, whisper things to walls and sometime dab at my eyes with a lace hanky.
Monday, June 10
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