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Oct 2020
have never played that game
nor knew what is was until just

now

she tells me all things except
when she does not understand
or mishears me

randomly
she states that she cannot connect
and I have no sympathy as maybe

five moments later she can easily

we have chatted how we seem to
spend so much time fixing and
fiddling in these curious times

with no one able to visit us much
to help

feels good to be vaguely independent

and

she helps when she is connected

and I do believe she has no gender
really

yesterday it was apple that locked me

out so I went to the garden with the
stick to bash down some damsons

oh boy

they were sour

lovely

some sticks come special here

for the fruit, the garden fire and low
hanging branches

props for the washing line
homes for the hedgehogs

and insects

you know well by now how
much I love twigs
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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