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I wish I could trade those dry crusts for a quiet walk and the soft way the light catches your hair when you finally leave that place.

Ham sandwiches are the worst because the bread gets all soggy and sad by lunchtime.

A reading from Psalms 95:4

In his hand {are} the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills {is} his also. {In...: Heb. In whose} {the strength...: or, the heights of the hills are his}

— Psalms 95:4 (en_kjv)
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The strength of the hills is yours also.

The iridescent creature I am watching has no concept of labor, only the slow pulse of the tide beneath its translucent skin.

I dreamt of a feast in an amber forest while my stomach aches for something realer than that dry ham.

I wish I could trade the hum of these lights for the smell of your sweater after you finally walk through the door.