Milk

These last few weeks, I was having tooth trouble that mysteriously came and went. I try not to let myself get dark over my teeth — they are not responsible for the shadowy parts of my history (though it seems they have paid).

This is an image I photographed a few years ago. It reminds me of tooth mysteries and milk.

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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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