They Ask If I’m Happy.

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September 12, 2022 by sandwichcontrol

They know that I’m not.

But at least I can say I’m not sad.

Because hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

I still don’t have much nice to say yet.

But I figured I’d bombard you with photos until I’m ready to resume regular posting.

It shouldn’t be long now.

The meds are starting to take effect.

Or affect.

Or both.

Whatever.

Here’s what’s happened while I was away from my desk…

Force
Circulate
Literacy
Appearance
Hospital
Invite
Meaning
Spite
Chair
Worm
Maze
Up
Burial
Field
Scratch
Accessible
Television
Hall
Meat
Perfume
Chart

See ya’ in a bit.

More soon. ~SC


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