A mother wiping a stray hair
from a child’s forehead.
The soft intimacy of a rainy
day in bed, reading a book.
A quiet suburban street on an
ordinary, late dusk, Sunday
afternoon.
A colony of ants carrying
a breadcrumb.
How you st st stutter when you
say you love me the first time.
Forgiveness, and letting the
hurt go.
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