Crooked eyes, an awkward nose, and a mouth that doesn't give enough away. Hovering over moody, patience was never my virtue. Quiet is easier than truth.
I need loud frogs, great blue herons in the lake, ice cream with perfect timing, an unexpected email from a long lost friend, getting to try the greener grass on the other side, a book, a day of silence, anonymous writing, cold water in a bottle, a dark pink tulip, 78 degrees, smells that remind me of someone, chickadees at the window, inside jokes, and occasional sadness.
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