Writing in solitude

I haven’t left my room in days. No, I’m not sick — and no, I’m not in isolation.

Sure, the weather has been stormy and the mercury line in the thermometer is getting shorter and shorter. But I would have been locked up inside even if it were the middle of summer.

I have been in my creative self-phase.

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They/them. Currently down a spiral of angry feminism. List enthusiast. Loves Italics. Occasionally swears. https://www.grassfordinner.com/shelf-life

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They/them. Currently down a spiral of angry feminism. List enthusiast. Loves Italics. Occasionally swears. https://www.grassfordinner.com/shelf-life

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