Righteous slide; skin so soft horizon; the art of the earth.
Sliding along I see with new eyes; childlike laughter expels from my lungs; I look up; always look up.
My mouth curves as I ponder curves and we think alike.
For a second.
Me and I Am. I'm proud to be made of them; to be among them; to see them for what they are…
to me.
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