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I'm not, but I look taller. And I'm not blonde anymore because I never actually was. When I see her in pictures I do not recognize her even though I know her so deeply. I know her in patterns and seasons and context that she does not yet. I love her for every reason I… Continue reading A short story
White hot sunbright falls so heavy, I melt into my own gravity as liquid; I am the same energy I was as a child and as a star and everything along the way. There is so much of me. When I melt I meet more of her, sit quietly because she does not know me:… Continue reading summertime
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