Athenian-Boy. Fireworks in rain, firepit fires that lingered in our hair until we washed them away, laughter, a nation of two--almost, an arc of held-hands overhead so from the sky, we must have looked wreathed in us. We were nearly wreathed in us.
It's Autumn, and so much I am happy about. My yard has exploded in periwinkle yamulkes of morning glory. I have my world in order and something amazing, I just know it, is on its way.
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