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souvenirs from a friday

a blister on my toe

scraped skin on my knee

dirt that refuses to come out of hiding underneath my fingernails

mud on my shoes

tangles in my hair

a pile of ugly weeds to burn

an ache in my shoulders

an appetite I haven’t felt since September

fresh sun on my skin

hope sprouting (alongside the seeds I planted last week)

an empty ice cream carton 

a list for tomorrow, 

let’s do it all again.

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