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I’m running through a pumpkin patch. Seems as though that’s a vital memory for me. I’m running through pumpkin patches as a scrappy kid in the 1990’s. My shorts are colorful and my hair is close cropped to my forehead. I’m singing all the way as my arms drag behind me. I’m dragging my whole…
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A yearbehind me nowand a new year ahead,embrace a new cycle of mysun sign. Big bowl,greens, oranges,a drizzle of amber,lemon, spices, and crunchy seeds,sublime. Thinkinga new tattoothat would surely fix me,knives and butterflies in jet blackcalling. Healthydiet and all,California king walks,none strong enough to settleme down. You and I onthis island. We are partof the…