Sunday, 15 August 2010


The Possum refused to go down for his sleep this morning so I gave in, climbed into the hammock and rocked in the warm breeze with him for 2 hours while he snuffled against my chest. I noticed after I woke from a semi-lucid dream that my breathing was matching his, a phenomenon that I've always loved about sleeping curled up with another person. The synchronicity of it all.

I feel very fragile today. Yesterday was fine, but today feel messy. Holding it together fine, but turbulent.

I had this song in my head all yesterday, so this post is covering yesterday too.

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