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Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.
Today I didn’t open myself
the way I do: heart and mind.
It feels like the day
has yet to begin.
But this is the life:
the way of duty.
The way of rules,
and things carried.
I hope you are okay.
I know you are physically,
but emotionally...
Worry comes.
You are kenough.
Don’t forget it.
Ever.
I am busy with work,
but you are with me.
In quiet spaces between.
And somehow,
the sky has not yet fallen.
Love always,
the Scot.