A short note at the end of these “lost” days, or what I call the melting week: a sweet swooping leisurely liquid meander toward the new year. Sticky fingers, last licks, etc 🫠 This time last year, when I said I wasn’t ready for a new year yet, a friend reminded me that a bigger calendar would deliver a new year with a new moon in January, and that I co…
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