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It’s late August, and Mom packs us all up in the minivan and we set off for the beautiful, scenic drive to Alexanders Wild Blueberry Farm. For me, this is one of my favorite days of summer.

I watch him from afar, as he gets out of his car. 
I can tell he’s scared. 
I smooth out my dress and lean up against the brick behind me. 
I watch his eyes, and they tell me everything I need to know. 

5 Resolutions for 2025:

cover my eyes so i can see you better 

my night shadow, cloaked in delicious mystery, 

your hand, forbidden fruit, holding mine 

under the waning light of a summer's day. 

i wish