I think of you laughing ice chiming in a piscine of rose hands in flight animated and relishing being mid-story, mid-sentence unable to proceed but for the rising in your chest that erupts in a cavalcade of joy, multiplying and catching fire where you are I think of you running heavy with child but undeterred ambitious in the best of ways an arrow of bone, enveloped in warmth full of sunlight, wild and on the run I think of you like a sequoia of the West roots deep, arms wide, standing tall unwilling to succumb, even to the laws of physics greeting the world with conviction open and unafraid
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