The dead begin
to forget us
call, answer
don't let go
stay under sky's
umbrella
beat entreaty
speak like echoes
in the new
and unknown
the strange pucker
and kiss of stars
_
easy like Sunday mornings
Life was easy today. Being honest so I don't get more undue credit. We stocked up on food for the week, and then... headed for the beach...
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