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Things that I hold dear: A small silver bell to tie to my tongue in emergencies A smooth round skipping stone that leads to quiet streams Yellow galoshes with coin studded soles that click watery rhythms on rainy afternoons A set of keys without doors An out-sized faded beach umbrella found abandoned on a vacant lot miles from any ocean and worlds away from golden sands yet with strength enough remaining to ferry several Mary Poppins-es, with pockets full of sugar, to their varied destinations. Lost rivers Calendars that only predict numbers A quiet pen Vanishing cream You You You (mish 2018)
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
THINGS THAT I HOLD DEAR
Things that I hold dear: A small silver bell to tie to my tongue in emergencies A smooth round skipping stone that leads to quiet streams Yellow galoshes with coin studded soles that click watery rhythms on rainy afternoons A set of keys without doors An out-sized faded beach umbrella found abandoned on a vacant lot miles from any ocean and worlds away from golden sands yet with strength enough remaining to ferry several Mary Poppins-es, with pockets full of sugar, to their varied destinations. Lost rivers Calendars that only predict numbers A quiet pen Vanishing cream You You You (mish 2018)
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
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