last week, for the first time, the years between us were a well- worn grave topped by a hearty garden. i was in love and taller but not with you. this week, you rise again, carrying implied promises into the New Year. i dig into your words. i should bury you again but i can't.
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- Agni Sara
- Yoga practitioner/teacher, scientific communications professional, chemist, and pretend artist-writer.
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