I've climbed a tree
and I'm talking down
to you.
The moon,
stony-faced, circles the empty basketball net,
is reflected in a crescent of watermelon.
_
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the unwrapping/unraveling
I'm so grateful for your kindnesses. Sorry for being such a whiny ass B yesterday. In my defense, it was a lot at once . A reset is in...
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