It seems the fatigue is producing some pretty dark stuff and not with the usual relief of humor. I read the day’s shorty again just now and winced. Moving on to the next and hoping for light.
Working Title: Happy Birthday
1st Sentence: Happy birthday.
Favorite Sentence: I understood, then, the shape of the hole I carry in my belly, the reason for the black limn on every experience, and why I always cry when I laugh.
Word Length: 271
Photo by Sophie Riches 12/2012.
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