Keep your cool, I tell myself.
Every day. Every hour. Kila siku.
As though keeping cool is a choice. As though there is cool to keep.
As though cool is tangible, tactile, graspable, keepable.
What I mean is, stay loose.
Touch, don't grab.
Handle--explore--caress--enjoy--and then release.
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At church last night we had goofy fun with a black light.
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