but this side waits: like picnic, parachute, seed
for the perfect moment of expectation and need.
Will you go with me and be my love, be a love?
--The blur of the future is just our pasts outrun
come, the world turns bright for many reasons,
the way is notable, though earth lies wrinkled--
Little beasts; running thundering and carefree,
When will you choose? Would you choose me?
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C with Scout and Huck on a pandemic-style puppy playdate.
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