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spring equinox

deep in the tiny kitchen he cooked away the vegetable curry and what vegetables!: Sweet potatoes, helda beans, no carrots, but onions & of course the tame, non-luciferian curry.

To the left, in the room for the living and dining, his wife sat watching the waves of the newsrelentless and depressing: DAY 25 of the Invasion - the War in the Ukraine! Movement was what made him look…

His wife remained in the chair, still as a certain kind of night in the spring where cold air beds heavy-down on the warm, moist earth to burp the copious mists. The movement was on the wall, between them. The shadows of 2 small arms moving playfully acrossfaint, yet clear. His wife looked up from the telly & could sense that he sensed the non-sensible. The moment flitted its finality to the end. She went back to the telly, he went back to the curry deep in the tiny kitchen. - Brad

Evans (C)2023

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