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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.

___________

You are music.

You are art.

You are the flowers in your hair. 

You are mismatched fuzzy socks.

You are your elephant dress over polka-dot leggings. 

You are rain. 

You are sunshine.

I hope I've told you this. I know I've told you this. I know I'm sappy and  being too sugary can make us sick, but it's Thanksgiving, 2024, and our first one to say the least.