Leather Boots and BeltsBronwen Tate
I didn’t want binaries, but sometimes reduced pluralities to a continuum. I wanted to mix and match bathing suit separates. Rip the ears off whoever is wishing you hope and peace and a river and mid-range mountain or lily upon your bereavement. I wasn’t sure if I should wake her up and make her put her pajamas on or let her sleep. Hobbling along behind trying not to slip on wet mossy bricks. Too much reading about algae and meerkats; I’m beginning to feel ship-wrecked too. Needed to open. We talked from 12:00am till about 1:49 am. In between I ran around (on crutches) and actually did. Swimming for rehabilitation.
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