More from the archive: Black

Notes from April in May:

I’m in a room within. Watching water spill onto flowers, two small stars at the end of a succulent vine.

 

We write because if we don’t, we will go insane.

 

She says, “I’ve lost love again.”

How can you ever lose love? Love is everywhere. 

 

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