The past week has involved the police, the coroner's office, a body bag, fourteen long hours that should never have had to happen, strange timing, a thump in the night, a play, a hotel, and the sad story of the bag of soil bought to cover up the blood of the dead man that was in my backyard.
This week will involve (something of a) double date, trust, sounds that I miss, and a funeral.
Be well and be loved this week and always:
What unfolds within a 48 hour period can be more than you bargained for on either end of the spectrum
and will probably involve an excess of both.
k.
(image: Jonathan Pivovar)
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