A new day

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 Today is a new day. 

It is raining again, third day in a row. 

Cold still, jacket weather. closed shoes and sweaters. 

I long for Spring, warmth, and touch. 


My being untouched and over worked. Paying to be alive is a stress. 

Being alive is a blessing. Being alive is wild and weird. 


I feel irritation at responsibilities. I just want to work on my own fun stuff. 

My own fun projects. My art. My expression. 


I want to be with my love. My partner at my side. I am a wanting machine. 

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