i raise my snowcone to his hand on my arm and to last doors
blessed independence day. always loving this boy: opening doors for me. smiling doing a tri in the vegas june. him. so i wore my fourth of july Vans for him. not for america...we just got back from living in costa rica. but for his blessed life (except the cheap a$% goggles), for all his open doors, for the gift of free agency.
deven..."I was running, as the silks rustled, through room after room without stopping, for I believed in the existence of a last door."— Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” in New and Collected Poems, trans. Milosz, Robert Haas, Robert Pinsky, and Renata Gorczynski
deven..."I was running, as the silks rustled, through room after room without stopping, for I believed in the existence of a last door."— Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” in New and Collected Poems, trans. Milosz, Robert Haas, Robert Pinsky, and Renata Gorczynski
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You have returned! Not for long I assume. Has it changed? Have you changed? Oh lovely v the changes are all around.
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