You are Beautiful and I Love You

We made a pact. For three months we tried an experiment. We decided to write to each other every day, “You are beautiful, and I love you” – just to get used to it, ya know, just to get used to how it feels to be loved.

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if I don’t make a break for it

I will miss the red orange glow of sunset, long purple shadows and turtle doves and rabbits, the smell of creosote and orange blossoms, I will miss looking up at the sky and seeing a million stars.

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small town memory

Rusty, the magic goldfish, watched the cat watching him through the fishbowl. I am uncomfortable at my job.

How do we resolve what happens to sisters?

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