There are oranges
the color of gossip
There is tea bruited
to honeyed brownThere is dreaming--
tastes like freedom
There is water shed
parading like blood
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Ok, I've been sick (but here's kindness, smiles, and a speech)
I did bring back an unwelcome souvenir as Nance called it, but I believe I'm on the mend. I had to cancel class (can't remember the...
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