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Mar 2020
3,500 miles from here to there is enough to feel, but
not enough for the honeysuckle to grow close.
I could remind you it’s there, and I could
speak of the wonders it brings as it
spirals out, but ultimately It’s too
far to see. And what if it
doesn’t exist
at all?
Written by
S H Violet  27/F/New York
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