The weather changed five time in six hours.
Even though it was today it became yesterday and tomorrow, a few times.
Sun, clouds, rain, sun, rain.
Observed through frames of picture window panes.
He had slept on the left side of the bed, next to the radiator; because, she does not get cold.
Every night for the past week, while waiting for sleep, she imagined crawling out of her own lying body,
like pulling the weight of herself out of a manhole.
He wondered if she finally looked upon her own sleeping face.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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