woodandhoney

I have a secret to tell you-

The days have begun melting into each other.

Don’t laugh, it’s true!

So effortless too, like the rhythm of the waves, like the moon pulling the tides

and the things that I have lost,

that year when I was eleven and brave, that burning desire to leap, that certainty of life in the pulses of love from the grass beneath my feet, a tiny opal earring and my favorite pen

well, I swear I can see them float on by now.

They ride the cold on the winter days

and simmer in heat waves in the summer

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