Day 15. {Earth day of the week}

Cockrouch poetry with Clarice Lispector. It took me by surprise and made happy that I fell in love again. I knew  that poetry can be art, but fiction…

Judy Budnitz and Haruki Murakami – oh, how I love reading them!, but Clarice fills me through almost every sentence. “I am not promiscuous. I am kaleidoscopic”, she writes.

I received a dream catcher, the most beautiful egg I have ever seen…and a suitcase. Thank you! I will unfold it tomorrow, but touched already…

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