Slow day. Overcast afternoon. Don’t want to cook. Day off from running. Cool day after unexpected heat. Perhaps, another year, I would go to the museum.

Making space for the inner child—trying to teach myself to comfort him, to hear him out. Something I was never given. How much better life would be if I could do it. 

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