03.17.06 - 8:47 a.m.

Yesterday I walked to volunteering in a t shirt and a pair o lunettes de soleil with my knee throbbing like a second heart in my leg, but still feeling deliriously happy. I strolled into Open Space and Aston told me all about the Night-jar bird, the most elusive flying thing of all. It blends into the night. It blends into the trees. It has two shapes: that of a bird and that of a branch. Still it sings, and no one can find it.

I painted some plinths, Aston and Irene brought me dinner, and then I found a tiny wooden headstone in one of the storage alcoves. I walked home with my headstone and a box of cereal, felt the trees over my head, and then climbed above them and shoved my bedroom window closed where some long lace curtains had been swaying all day.

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i whisper hello to everything