one word [wash]
(ref: here)
Dreams of sidewalks, chalk-stained memories, child hood in rope and spindle.
I walked the scattered moments of my youth and I hold things; a spotted owl, rifling through the trees, sees and ignores.
Me.
And, like so many almost-deja-vus, I am home again.
And it is home.
But I am different.
And it's okay.
Dreams of sidewalks, chalk-stained memories, child hood in rope and spindle.
I walked the scattered moments of my youth and I hold things; a spotted owl, rifling through the trees, sees and ignores.
Me.
And, like so many almost-deja-vus, I am home again.
And it is home.
But I am different.
And it's okay.
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