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every now and then it’s time for a free write when you’ve just woken up and the sky is zinging with the bells of clouds that never hatched, you are so lucky, you’ve got the entire wind of an army nestled at your feet, maybe it’s time for a plantation of plantains or a passle of pilgrims, maybe it’s time for diamonds to throw themselves from the rings of the married and bored and to join the other stars in the sky and find a home next to the milk moon and there are only so many days left in a life, in a string, in this equation scrawled hastily on the back of a napkin, so maybe today is it.