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Solstice closing over Lowe’s, pink slashes

fanning out from the center. I bought

my dad a clock.

Everything looks like a gem to a jeweler.

Though that may very well turn out to be

a correct perception on our part.

Imagine wind gripping the moon. You can’t.

When a fact is felt in the stomach, breathe into

the floor of that fact. If it’s the bad kind

of butterflies, so be it.

You receive heartmending

white dreams at night.

You heal and don’t remember.