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[note: voiceover does not match the written content below! instead, it contains bonus yapping about today’s poem and other stuff. i welcome thoughts on how to improve and make this more fun for y’all! :)]
i had full intention of doing this earlier but then one app became another became a phone call became a successful attempt at not ordering delivery and cooking dinner at home became more phone scrolly.
anyways. here’s today’s brain slice. hm. nope. that’s ew. brain…peek? meh.
day sixteen
pollyanna, this postcard is unaddressed—how do i write back to 1999 when i last saw you? to your mailbox of empty baby wipes? you never met my brother. you stayed 4 years old. when i curse my imagination for taking me away from myself, i remember how it made you. i still keep construction paper and crayons. you can always come home. pollyanna, i never really learned how to be alone and even when i thought i was i never was. i have friends out there in the everywhere now who feed me love me who imagine with me who make me glow. pollyanna. do you see me?
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