- lazy phrases and easy sounds come most readily while I am walking at dusk.
- languid stream-of-poetic(?)-consciousness solidifies into a frenzy and I pull out my little notebook.
- light prickles my skin and gets the blood rushing from mind through pen and onto paper.
- lines are edited as they are written, because after I have tucked the pen away it is too late.
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