Breathing the sunlight of spring. A willow-tree woodpecker making a leisurely interrogation. The first stop-motion dripping of emeralds from branches. Re-drained bottles of jasmine tea and rose water. Too long baths and seven flavors of steam. The sun flirting with hazy gray subsonics. Tiny flasks of breast-milk-blood. Faux-chocolate appreciation. And the First World Problem of the malaise that is soft-stitched into an embarrassment of riches.
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