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One window ajar, first light on Pine Lake

I sat outside under a tree with King Tubby playing on my Bluetooth speakers and crocosmia fronds tickling the air, the moon a half melon, the whites of my nails. Talked to my dad across the country, the sound of … Continue reading

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Father and daughter

One day you will notice what the days do, how they curl and build and fall apart like the waves, most times indistinct, sometimesĀ disappearing like socks in a drawer you can’t find, they fold over on themselves and get separated … Continue reading

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