Daylilies grew wild in the ditch alongside the road, thick.
In the moonlight, their closed, puckered, flowers seemed beneath water, a
school of some pale invertebrate, plunging.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Miss you Boss.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
SC
_____________________________
Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
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