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All along, I think I have been afraid
of disappointing you, she said to herself.
(I hung an old mirror on the studio door.)
One line on scrap. (Me.)
How does one even understand stuff like that?
I am not a loner, I'm just happy with myself!
(Pen bleeds when the glue is wet.)
Dancing through the in-between.
(Swinging with uncertainty.)
I didn't plan to worry about gray.
Cleaning rooms, prepping spaces.
(Teetering over blocks of time.)
Shriek! I usually love numbers.
But today, I accidentally allowed them
to totally stress me out. (Whoops.)
A single line loops, an antique mirror.
(Looking back, twice.)
Step. Step, step.
(It was a little lesson in independence.)
In the landscape.
Quiet down, monkey mind!
(I'd like to find my focus.)
The dentist said there would be bruising,
with my fair, fair skin. (How is it fair?)
I don't mind.
(I don't know what to do when I feel like this.)
Waiting. We had to kill time between appointments.
Seriously? Everything became funny.
You're the one in another country—
and I'm the one who's lost.
Girl Interrupted— the door opened right into my pen!
(I started over.)
I let myself be grabbed by chance.
(Vintage blue swing for a nifty number nine. Sweet!)
I don't know where she went.
(Clueless feels numb.)
Uh oh, the clouds are rolling in.
Strange chick (with knitting sticks).
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