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The fresh snow glistens.

Animal prints and sneakers.

Who has walked through here?

I stand alone as the clouds turn grey...

I watch as the rain starts to fall...

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance...

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away...

And yet...I feel safe not scared...

i hate the sunset tonight,

i usually enjoy sunsets,

sitting on the roof,

with the wind blowing up my hair,

craning my neck up to the sweet sky,

swirls of gold.

it really is beautiful.

but tonight,

You came to me in a dream last night, as curious and full of life as the day I met you on the playground. 

It was the first week of preschool and I had no friends, mostly because I chose not to.

all the things i do not know about love –

the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say

when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,