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Dreams of a big iron ship that hid me, invisible, if I stand still within it. Dreams of a small group of people on it and I am a patient man, hiding over days, slowly more in sight as the shop accepts me. Dreams that near arrival I am revealed, and we prepare together for what comes next: down into tunnels underground. I step in second. I wake up. Clanging iron. Stillness and stillness and stillness. A weary adrenal system. Fragments of conversation that slowly reveal their speakers' characters but don't quite reveal why. Watching the longstanding intimacy of a small, tight working group from outside. Inhabiting small spaces, edges. Forcing indifferent acceptance with leverage. Stepping down into the tunnel after the leader, surprising everyone. Going into the soft dark.

Devotions

A full night's sleep
Going slow and still getting things done
The ability to cover terrain so many people can't and won't
A leisurely 4-5k workday through things I don't usually see lately: young balsam like a thicket of Christmas trees, big pumpkin dead pines with carpets of moss below, steep slopes with glittering lakewater far below. These are more familiar to me than people; their logic is calming
Rich south slopes above lakes
A functionally infinite star trek podcast that discusses episodes one at a time, an hour each, in airing order, aiming to do all of the star trek universe eventually, that neither ignores nor gets lost in sexism or then-current politics (it started when Bush was in office)
The cold cold water that comes from my well
That taste of pure salt when sweat has dried on your face and you lick your lips
Oral rehydration salts
Hanging clothes to dry on the wing mirror because it's hard to forget them there, and the forgotten person who taught me that trick
Tiny purple flowers
Baby chickens
Not being allergic to wasps
The existence of kitty litter
The colour of my skin after a month of sunshine
Tasseling corn
Outside
The couch in my basement, given me by Ron
A cursory knowledge of html
Early bedtimes
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