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I should be working hard right now.

Instead I'm thinking ambiguous thoughts and watching the sunlight and finding prayers.

And Sandra Cisneros books.

Things are starting to break:

things like my mind, things like my computer.

Maybe they're the same thing.

Libraries feel like home to me. And since I'm trying to practice the habits of a good writer,

Libraries feel like home to me. The slow, quite movement of minds thinking, people finding things they seek: books. Feels like my home on a fall evening. Maybe because two of the rooms in my house are part library. The books are piled up, up. This way, that way, all leaning against each other, some hiding behind others, some well-loved, beat up, and broken-spined. Others, not so fortunate, are still hard blocks of paper. I like the soft books.