Just north of Khartoum adrift, for now one song follows another one moment indistinguishable from the next beyond the movements the pauses of my fingers on the keyboard it is a bliss not knowing what comes next there are so many words and songs to occupy me if my words run out in my old age I drift and remember when I ran where I walked the trees I climbed the people I loved and it's all one life a huge picture not just a memory but a river that keeps moving and I haven't found the end not yet maybe it's circling around to a place where I'll begin again (completed on a Sunday, the fifth day of May, 2024)
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