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I've walked miles through rooms in other people's houses, places I remember the smell of when I light certain candles, I see midday desert sunlight enveloping lemon trees and parked cars, settling into dated kitchens full of food and well-meaning people— we were there and we were going places— we had hope on tap, living… Continue reading what a time to learn
that you unfurled, like a flower, petals as gentle as life was not. what was knotted, hardened, twisted up tight– is undone, falling about, loose, light, peony rich. that you, delicate, soft, feel like home, after being away awhile. that you are as bloom, now, as you were bud, with us. I hope there's so… Continue reading I hope death healed you
melissa 