I climb aboard the giant orange pillow, socks sliding on the rubber, and find my spot in the jostling hordes.
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I climb aboard the giant orange pillow, socks sliding on the rubber, and find my spot in the jostling hordes.
We passed a line of peahens. “I wish we’d passed elephants,” she said.
When I pick up the phone, she’s sobbing. CW // suicidal ideation
The lilacs on the best corner of the block touched us as we took our walks, their blooms too plump, persuasive.