
You're constantly reminded of grief, sorrow, complexity. Heart wrenching. You sometimes forget that she was a talented artist. Beautiful sketches. Bounces between revisions of poems, long form entries, and short staccato phrases. Favorite fragments:
"Breakfast: grapefruit and black coffee
Washed hair, smelled like lemons
Wrote a few lines, none good
Felt restless. Played Chopin"
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