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on the exchange

From why don’t we know each other (2017) I was born with fire, water, air, and wood in my chart.…

ten years later

when you are driving down a familiar highway more slowly more carefully than you used to and memories rush back…

after falling

standing here the moment of falling long behind me it is worth speaking of the way it feels to tuck…

do you still

do you still look into those tucked away places small streets and alleyways seeking feral cats and their kittens do…