this morning you were loud, you stole the moment from me. when i am walking our long drive way in the darkest of nights, be kind enough to keep the light on for me. we have been in our new home for two weeks now, how is it that you do not know what door to lock does it not feel like home to you.., i am cranky- perhaps because you stole the quiet moment under the stars...or perhaps because you will not be coming home tonight, again.
The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
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