
- How writing makes the hand move down the quiet page almost as if soothing it.
- How its motion (across & down... across & down...) is like suturing a shrapnel wound.
- How it is not unlike bottle feeding an abandoned marsupial.
- How (like the summer's heat) it makes resin bleed from the fence posts.
- How it is the opposite of painting, where things start as fluids but end dried up and in shapes.
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