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Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror, 

This is me 

today.

Where will I be this time tomorrow,

And where will my feet have taken me?

Inspired by the poem 'Fog' by Carl Sandburg.

He comes quietly, night after night,

soft four-toed footprints in the frosted grass.

He rolls over, and over, stretching

i would like to write a psalm made of salt dedicated to whomever Lot’s Wife really was.

for people cannot be made of perfection

and people cannot be made to never hold grudges. what if

A book lover who reads by flashlight and dreams of living in a cottage by the sea,

and running a bookstore with tinted windows and plants spilling down shelves,

I try never to forget, 

I'm the greatest project,

I'll ever work on. 

___________

We are made for each other, 

Just not in this lifetime.

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