an essay was due so student emails arrive asking for extensions or a few days grace. they tell me of their circumstances. problems at home, sicknesses, a computer virus, and one just discovered that she's quite pregnant. she says she's okay, but scared. a tiny statement that struck deep when i read it. i can't fathom what it would be like to be her. but the fear seems reasonable. i wished her well. all this takes place in the seemingly mundane traffic of email. but yeah, she got to me.
a nice weekend. when i make progress on the current chapter the sun shines brighter and i walk with ease. the world is good.
i met someone with dark eyes and a nervous laugh. we sat on a park bench and talked about who we were. i'd like to take him to bed, but just to lie together, to talk, sleep, and lean into each other. he makes me quite comfortable.
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