Notes from Jan

Whoops

July 20, 2021

Just posted UNIFORM LANGUAGE and you’ll notice there are some words about the Salvation Army outside malls,etc. after the piece ends. I doodled and forgot to erase it. So STOP reading after “listening world hangs on every word.”

If so, you’ll feel better about trusting anything I’ve written in the future.

Sleep well or Good morning, depending on when you read this.

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