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Orange clouds merge with the sun-filled spaces amidst leaf shadows on the wall

And our whole world becomes one gooey ember

Everywhere you look, the light is falling and even

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BECOMING DAY “Carry your playing outside.” I’m playing with Babi, with her yellow hair. Daddy brought her for me. “I brought you Babi;” as if it was a person, the…More

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