can invigorate, can bring a beautiful sight-fragrance into my life. Like discovering the power of a lemon slice to invigorate a meal. Or the unexpected yet just rightly-weighted word in a poem. A simple word which simultaneously roots the poem and makes it soar. On such a walk, I think about opporsites and how they might not be so.
when does the wandering lead to one's destination? or lack thereof? When is home the odyssey, and wandering the destination? I think pancakes she makes at her campsite are laughable, all puffy and full of butter. I think of Rick, almost gone,his body chilly at the poolside bar. I do not want you to suffer, I whisper. it's the month we think of all of them, in their dance, in their stillness.
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