The sun shines when the rain dance resumes.

Limbs ampersand branches coyly sign “hi” on tidal-waving breezes.

“Hi. How are you? Why do you keep that dog muzzled?….Oh, I see.”

Sometimes, we hold certain truths to be self-evident.

Sometimes we deny them.

Others and selves; same and unsanne.

Obscure, absolve, aquit.

“Atone, louse.” That is not what she said.


“I’m a lousy gal, sometimes too,” she actually


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