09122022 hammock clouds

at first when i thought things were good i took a short trip and laid in a hammock and read read read. that was before everything went 
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even better than before. 
i do miss that hammock, though. soft breeze in my salted hair. and happy calls from the ocean. and the feeling that life was above me in a cloud and i could rejoin it when i was ready but for now i was fine and glad. and then
it got better even better than when it was good because you have to be sad every once in a while and maybe i do not get to lie in a hammock but at least i get to be happy and safe