you asked for photos of the garden. cascades of pink soapwort over stone. the simple yellow of a Brussels sprout flower. bloodstained tips of a white dogwood flower in a mist around a spring green tree. These gifts I send to you. May you know peace and the joy we share in our moments in…
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sunday
the thorns of a new week crown through the pink clouds in sulfur-yellow shards of sun. each passing day, week, I fight to make this stumbling more than the sorrow of missing you, less than the joy of counting the days until we are reunited. Time is a two-faced lover: easing and stealing. Yet I…
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