1. I’m still dreaming of Toco. Dreaming of the poems and prose we discussed in the gazebo, unaware of time.
2. Came back to PR to deal with our non-fiction. My hands crave for a pen. But it’s not time to write incompressible stuff. Maybe next week, after the ups are down and my thoughts are clearer.
3. Audre Lorde waited for me. All I could do well – right now - is read Zami: a new spelling of my name. Whenever I’m lost, I read.
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