Scrimmage Morning

Friday, July 3, 2026

This is no scrimmage.
Or everything is scrimmage.
Or it is glib scrimmage and does not count.

Or! Furbies.

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I rise with a story or idea, a song or character raging in my brain. Or it intrudes during zazen. Or wind flings it against my window like rain. It does not belong in the WIP so I put it here.