on Love

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I’m in love with:

the way the mountains here disappear in the clouds and reappear larger than I remembered.

ink and watercolor and the way my fingers are stained after every project.

my friends, distant though they may be.

the sound of a voice singing where the words fade and the text is sound.

poems that make my breath intake sharply.

cold walks around Lake City with my aunt.

color and color and color. 

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