Day 289. My last relationship took me down and under. I will not bend my wings in such a way ever again.

Day 288. As she answered this last question, she looked at E.

Day 287. We ate sushi thigh to thigh on the couch that I loathe with the red cushions.

Day 284. Sometimes, I wonder why I haven't produced a full novel. I don't feel the thrust to do it.

Day 283. I will cry about this the way we all do when August ends.

Day 282. Little revelations like footprints in puddles.