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“Do you fall in love often?”
Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.”
Jeanette Winterson
An open love letter:
Valentine,
Give me wrinkles so deep my face becomes a map of my love
Give me split ends from the wind and sea salt kissing my scalp
Give me hard knocks, a soft touch, and ears that call beauty
Let my eyes fade having known wonder
Gift me the courage to be kind
And a shape shifter heart for all is not.
Life,
In return I promise to give you my twenty three year best,
To try, and then,
Try harder.
To seek.
To love you back with everything these open palms have to give.
The Art of Leaving
Wonder. Wander. Run like Hell.
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