spilling open....

as i sit here typing, the wind outside is behaving badly. if i had a "no surfing" flag

i'd plant it firmly in my front yard, just to make the neighbors laugh.

charlie our weather guy, who i can hear off in the distance,

just said 40 miles per hour winds. so it's also a day not to wear hats.

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i talk a lot and often and when i don't, people wonder what's wrong even when i say "i'm fine."

here's the thing. when i am quiet, something is wrong.

i guess i'm an open book that way.

page 67 or 99. take your pick.

they both say "she's not talking right now."

that's what happened last night.

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but you know what. my being quiet is as ugly as an egg salad sandwich

for me and anyone around me

and

today's a new day,

even if this so called day is trying to blow itself to another continent.

so my words have returned.

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granted, they're being a bit shy.

but they're here. sitting in a circle on carpet squares with wide eyes and their hands raised. waiting to be called on.

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