isolation, longing are like safety porn ------------------------------------------------
(a story in 4 Senryus) Dew gently pools on the rich green Bermuda blades of suburban lawns. Walking across grass soaks your shoes like a splashing child in a puddle. Your passage diagrammed, by wet, green tracks that trace your path like virgin snow. Proof you were here, real, a charming gift watched through chaste glass - that made me cry.
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