Tonight I picked up my drum for the first time in a month. This is a better way to find my roots than when I buy clothes, or shit for my house. The moon is out. The Asian pear tree has closed her petals for the night and here in my living room, the three white candles burn. I play my drum, I write, I take a bath, I am alone in my house at night.
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