I hope the light will always cover the bare skin of my legs, and that this child like feeling can extend to the farther reaches. If I could run up and down the stairs for an eternity, the shadow and outline of my dress to remind me of my own solidity. If I can forget the poison and the bad omens that a hidden scorpion felt inclined to bestow. And the sting that creeps farther into flesh.
the summit doesn't differ from the valley. It's time to leave flowers on the grave of an empty parking space, and contribute to life's beautiful mysteries.
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