Gratitude.
My mother
And the old BMW that got us here
The Pacific Ocean
Best friends since haybale days
Haybale days
Real food
Tofu
Cookies and
Butter
Holding hands
This one pair of blue jeans
This home at the edge of the world
The voices on the phone
Him (a lover)
Him (a love)
Him (a friend)
Jessy
Mary
Meghan
Hill
Anna
Donald
Email
Nina simone
My dad I guess if I must I shall today- today horay for Ray
Letters on paper in envelopes with stamps
Breath
Health
Art
Art like vines, art like manure, art hand in hand with breath touching death
Steve
School
Teachers
JohnCamronVinny
Small children with love
Love
Love with love
Tired love
Strong love
Strong arms
Big hearts
Trusting eyes
Big bass beats.
Gratitude.
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Beautiful beautiful beautiful Faraway Girl! I was lucky enough to enjoy a little of the world you describe, a safe, warm world where you could eat cookies and tofu all day. I remember seeing a picture of you as a little girl, and my friend saying, that of all the little girls growing up like wild, luscious weeds in that garden above the ocean, that you were his favorite. There was something in your eyes, a melancholy I guess, that marked you as an artist even then. Destined to grow up and drink nectar with lovers, and illuminate her path to transcendent joy. I love you, missy, and hope to see you very soon. xoxoxoxo your surrogate auntiebw
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