For today’s slice (day 9! wow!), an excerpt from my writer’s notebook entry yesterday.
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The sun dapples differently in the morning, the humidity still thick. The brown vines hang and sway from the branches of the trees, almost like they’re dancing in the wind. I can hear birds chirping and roosters clucking. Car engines as they drop children off at school.
What if you could mute the sounds one at a time?
Take away the white noise of the whooshing air on the highway. Take away the rumbling car engines. Take away the whistles from the rooftop.
Leave the air rustling the leaves on their branches. Leave the birds tweeting in the trees. Leave the rustle of pen and paper, children’s voices.
Blankets of pollen coat the benches, allergy culprits. Like fairy dust, causing sneezing and watery eyes.
M found a worm, inching along his leg. We gave him a post-it pack home.
“He has good abs,” M said. “I’m gonna call him squiggly.”
Writing With Abandon 
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