Jessica
Humidity
I will myself into water, dissolve through my pores, only to puddle at your exhausted feet.
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I spent yesterday at a barbecue birthday party, which was outdoors, in the ridiculous humidity. When I got home, I had zero desire to write a small stone. When I finally fell asleep, I ended up dreaming about missing my small stone. I was literally writing small stones in my dreams. So, to assuage my clearly subconscious guilt, I am posting two small stones today.
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This micropoem is part of A River of Stones International Small Stone Writing Month, hosted by Fiona and Kaspa. The goal of the project is for participants to create one small stone (a recorded moment of mindful observation) each day in July.
