the gist



she needs words. sun
-shine. rain. the moon.
the stain of ink on her
fingers. salty, sea-soaked
toes. prose. the threat
and throes of the page.
the slant of the sky. the
laughter burbling up like
a stream. the way the
breeze feels on her face.

…………………………grace.

 

 

..

PAD, day 30

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