nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gifts in disguise-wrapping little bee looks up at me from underneath her starry eyelashes. "let's go swing." i fastidiously relearn the art of swinging. when i look down my stomach clenches and shrinks tight into a hard, creviced fear. i stretch my chin up to the branches, and see where i want to soar; my knots loosen and slip free and billow behind me like pretty hair. i have remembered that i am unabashedly affectionate. - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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