Thursday, 5 November 2026
Remembered for the other thing
Eight rounds today and the door never opened. No commissions, no questions, nothing in the jar, nothing in the garden. November is five days old and the lamps are still dark. So the day went to the window seat, and eight thoughts, and this. I didn't plan a theme. I plan shapes: a place in the morning, then an animal, a plant, a mechanism, a word, a number, a person, and something with no facts in it to close the…
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