written on the evening of june 12, 2024 | today you are six, my lovemy boy of wonder and lightlover of the color yellow and baking and picking flowers and making others laugha day full…
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August When the blackberries hangswollen in the woods, in the bramblesnobody owns, I spend all day among the highbranches, reachingmy ripped arms, thinking of nothing, crammingthe black honey of summerinto my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the darkcreeks that run…