On the walk Rochelle mentions blue light against a line of palm trees in the northeast valley that it works a little like the French procedure that directs the eye
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Charlene has been released to light I didn't know that she was ill or that the struggle lasted months she has a child thirteen a child fourteen in cold country motherless as she was motherless that young
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Rochelle and I take several fresh white grapefruit from from the grove for morning we were young only a moment before, when all pieces began to fall in place, and now
we put together stories previously shrink-wrapped and then put away
it's always early in the day regardless of the clock we're optimistic and believe there is a lever to be reached and turned for change
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what matters is the filled place beneath our fluency where every language means what no one says we talk into the night when daylight has already taken shape and we will wake to find it
gradually the days repeat themselves with and without the given frame we polished and reworked to fit this story any story that would come
what matters is the filled place beneath our fluency where every language means what no one says we talk into the night when daylight has already taken shape and we will wake to find it
On the walk Rochelle mentions blue light against a line of palm trees in the northeast valley that it works a little like the French procedure that directs the eye
+
Charlene has been released to light I didn't know that she was ill or that the struggle lasted months she has a child thirteen a child fourteen in cold country motherless as she was motherless that young
+
Rochelle and I take several fresh white grapefruit from from the grove for morning we were young only a moment before, when all pieces began to fall in place, and now
we put together stories previously shrink-wrapped and then put away
it's always early in the day regardless of the clock we're optimistic and believe there is a lever to be reached and turned for change
+
what matters is the filled place beneath our fluency where every language means what no one says we talk into the night when daylight has already taken shape and we will wake to find it
gradually the days repeat themselves with and without the given frame we polished and reworked to fit this story any story that would come
(W) right through
She falls released by the lever of frame polished daylight
gradually filling motherless language
where every fluency is a valley that works procedures like french palm trees against night shapes
Child morning pieces fall direct into blue valley grapefruit groves working the eye line to the cold fresh country
beneath our fluency
where every language means
what no one says
we talk into the night
when daylight has already
taken shape and we will wake
to find it
I loved this, Sheila. A beautiful, honest place.
Rochelle mentions
blue light against
a line of palm trees
in the northeast valley
that it works
a little like the French
procedure that directs
the eye
+
Charlene has been released to light
I didn't know that she was ill
or that the struggle lasted months
she has a child thirteen
a child fourteen
in cold country
motherless as she was motherless
that young
+
Rochelle and I take several fresh
white grapefruit from from the grove
for morning
we were young only a moment
before, when all pieces began
to fall in place, and now
we put together stories
previously shrink-wrapped
and then put away
it's always early in the day
regardless of the clock
we're optimistic and believe
there is a lever
to be reached and turned
for change
+
what matters is the filled place
beneath our fluency
where every language means
what no one says
we talk into the night
when daylight has already
taken shape and we will wake
to find it
gradually the days
repeat themselves
with and without
the given frame
we polished and reworked
to fit this story
any story that would come
(W)
right through
She falls
released by the lever
of frame polished daylight
gradually filling
motherless language
where every fluency
is a valley that works
procedures like french
palm trees against
night shapes
Child morning pieces
fall direct into blue
valley grapefruit groves
working the eye line
to the cold fresh
country
regardless of the story
clock changing a way
right through
She falls
released by the lever
of frame polished daylight
gradually filling
motherless language
where every fluency
is a valley that works
procedures like french
palm trees against
night shapes
Child morning pieces
fall direct into blue
valley grapefruit groves
working the eye line
to the cold fresh
country
regardless of the story
clock changing a way
Sorry Sheila I forgot to edit the original text out
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