From 9b94011a1c680ed4944ed0f19ecce485ff8e9fcd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2023 22:30:06 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/marsh/003.md | 3 +++ 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+) diff --git a/writing/post-self/marsh/003.md b/writing/post-self/marsh/003.md index 369c7572..f52f0668 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/marsh/003.md +++ b/writing/post-self/marsh/003.md @@ -114,3 +114,6 @@ The seat of the bench has been worn smooth by who knows how many butts over the I sigh and slouch against the back of the bench. Exhaustion is warring against the drive to do *something*, and both of those are striving against the need to be alone and away from this whole spectacle. All of those 'how can I' questions are clattering up against equal-sized armies of 'too tired's and 'it doesn't need to happen now's. +I spend an hour out there, all told. I pick at the bench. I call out to the sheep. I walk circles around the pagoda in the gray day. I bend down, pluck a blade of grass with the intent to...I don't know, chew on it like I've seen in films, but it smells so strongly of sheep manure that I drop it instead and head home to finally lay down beside Hanne and sleep. + +-----