it's early yet
as my shoes crunch through crackling leaves
the morning air crisply fills my lungs
with its whiffs of freshly-baked goods
while the sun plays hide-and-seek
peeking out from behind a confusion of cloud
the sun shining gently
and everything sparkling in response
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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