Morning and i sat down here at Wall Garden letting the hose flow. I read. And felt my body open, expand, the space over my heart, the bones there, opening and moving apart after all the constricted grip, the first time in so many months I look at her face. Her smile. and i look at her eyes. Her eyes are True. I ask John Lewis the small tree, What say you? He says she will cause Good Trouble.
i would, if i could, have AOC. it's not her time yet. But maybe it's the best we can do to have a bridge. and so, OK. OK enough. Now we will see what we are all made of. We are going to find out.
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