It could be a song, but it's just newsletter n.69 : *pregnancy alert inside*
Reconciling with all that we cannot understand
You can consider this a guided meditation.
An accident, a stain, a lesson, and Ann Patchett.
We have them. They're on our bellies and they look like buttons and I feel like giving them some attention. Sounds good?
Slow ideas & a possible end of the world
It's eh and ugh. But we need the guy. We really do.
And thinking isn't writing... but, uhm, it's pretty pretty pretty close?
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