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of an intended life |
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Chapter: “Magnolias” |
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We sit on a blanket I’ve brought to
spread over the grass. At one
corner, a precarious wine bottle:
an improvised vase for the sunflower. We write, then exchange notebooks. We share so much your words become my
own. Tickling, a ladybug crosses my thigh. (You laugh: It travels where you want to be.) Such peace here, in this extended
moment. The magnolias are in bloom. |
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