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not quite: the closest thing
I haven’t been here since you since there was snow on the ground since you walked behind me I took a wrong turn at first it’s been so long. a soundtrack in my ear that we never shared but reminds me so much of you sun streaming through the bare and naked branches. Last time…
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orange zest and port wine
Only two things that money can’t buy, and that’s true love and homegrown tomatoes. That song played at my grandfather’s funeral. Well, not actually the funeral, it was after the Roman Catholic service. It was the first time I had ever seen a dead body with the skin all waxy and sunken into the casket…
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two who couldn’t grow together
“They’re called crepuscular rays,” he told me when the tide was low and the rocks slippery and the seaweed still shiny. It would be romantic if it were anyone else. The bay was beautifully blown glass reflecting the painted sky and bending ever so slightly with the breeze, the kind of water they tell you…