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solo · 2025

Paper Weather

A day's weather carried onto a single sheet. It stopped at twenty-two.

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Every morning I looked out the window and made one sheet of paper. Color and form followed whatever the day felt like. On the twenty-second I stopped. I do not remember why.

Work that stopped stays on the list. Having stopped is itself a record.

Someone’s neighbor.

Someone’s friend.

Someone’s love.

Sometimes ashamed.

Sometimes foolish.

Whose someone are you?

- xxx.