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Apr 23
There is a tree by my bus stop.
I do not know when it began flowering,
only that it is.
On each branch, there are delicate flowers, dousing the street in pink and white
she's coming up this summer, finally.
I wish I could show her.

I wish you could see it.
Someone I used to have a thing with online, but have never met in real life, is driving up this summer. I have a girlfriend whom I love, but I fear I no longer benefit from the relationship. long distance terrifies me. I have a lot to think about, and the flowering trees I encounter seem to know this and remind me to breathe.
Aquila Venatici
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Aquila Venatici  15/F/Althea Park
(15/F/Althea Park)   
   MadeleineBarnham and Khoi-San
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