
Confession: I'm not reading anything right now.
I mean, I'm reading poems in the morning. And listening to Circe in the car. But the latter is just so good that I can't bear to dive into another narrative until it's done!
It feels strange. I carry a bag of books to work with me each day -- just in case (some of which I NEED to start reading for book clubs) -- but they remain untouched.
There's a Full Moon coming in 3 days. I'll blame the sky.
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