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caitriThe wind is a palpable thing here. There's nothing but corn for miles and miles and miles, so it has nowhere to go but onwards, ever onwards. So it whistles and it roars. (In the warmer months when we have thunderstorms, the rolls of thunder do the same thing, creating a constant dull roar that is surprisingly soothing when it's distant and astonishingly menacing when it's on top of you.)
I have very mixed feelings about being in a place so flat, but here we are.
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So far the theme for 2020 seems to be, still, "I am so tired." I had hoped to be so much more rested during winter break. I had hoped for some down time in the new year. Welp. Perhaps I'll feel better after this week--I have an article draft due Wednesday and an exhibit opening on Friday wherein I have to talk in front of people on purpose. Oops.
I have very mixed feelings about being in a place so flat, but here we are.
~
So far the theme for 2020 seems to be, still, "I am so tired." I had hoped to be so much more rested during winter break. I had hoped for some down time in the new year. Welp. Perhaps I'll feel better after this week--I have an article draft due Wednesday and an exhibit opening on Friday wherein I have to talk in front of people on purpose. Oops.
