Dispatches from a Distant Place

Got back to the grind this afternoon.
Darn near ground my bones to dust.
Stayed up all night thrashing and clanging
in a symphony of blessed distraction.
Because when you’re busy you can’t be afraid,
And sometimes that’s the best that can be done.

Got back to the grind this afternoon.
Ground out three of these and two of those,
And half a dozen of the other.
It is not as cold here as everyone assumes.
Life goes on.
I’m thinking of you.

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