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five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful

here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,

saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

Part 1 

“Have a good night.”

“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter. 

i hate the sunset tonight,

i usually enjoy sunsets,

sitting on the roof,

with the wind blowing up my hair,

craning my neck up to the sweet sky,

swirls of gold.

it really is beautiful.

but tonight,

all the things i do not know about love –

the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say

when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,