The first 12 days
January 12, 2010This year started strangely, a dozen days that mixed photographs of sunrises and sunsets with slideshows of data. Peace, then bitterness, then balance, then struggle. A night of solid sleep bookended by restless nights when I awake, mid-night, with my head cocked at a hard angle and my arm flung over it as if to keep it attached. This time is uneasy, rocked by eclipses and retrogrades. I sit with it, but I am restless, my heart like a knot of tiny, grasping hands.
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