Mikko Paartola/Vastavalo
JOURNAL
Once a Day
I wake up on warm, smooth, wave-worn rock near the water’s edge. The sun is setting.
Once a day I’m asleep; once a day I wake up. Once a day I’m sad. Once a day I long to see my daughters’ faces.
Once a day I make love to my husband, and I fight with him once a day.
I don’t know how to write just once a day.
Anja Snellman
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