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I was not expecting, given its colour and its texture and given my preference for the familiar, I was not expecting my hand to take the spoon to scoop, to lift the lemon to my mouth and I was surely not expecting the ice to wrap my head in silk enveloping my shoulders my arms and fall into my chest, forcing my mouth back open to take in the warmth of the smiles and expel my laughter as I reached for more. Yet my life is not as expected and not aligned to my preferred, but oh for more silk and laughter -
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
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I was not expecting, given its colour and its texture and given my preference for the familiar, I was not expecting my hand to take the spoon to scoop, to lift the lemon to my mouth and I was surely not expecting the ice to wrap my head in silk enveloping my shoulders my arms and fall into my chest, forcing my mouth back open to take in the warmth of the smiles and expel my laughter as I reached for more. Yet my life is not as expected and not aligned to my preferred, but oh for more silk and laughter -
I wasn't expecting that ending.
stevejeff
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
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