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Yellow Coat
After Naomi Shihab Nye's poem, "Yellow Glove" (which I read in high school, it has stayed with me all these years) A neighbor texted to say she likes my coat. She happened to look out her window as I passed. "Thank you," I said.
Material pulses
She was waiting for the cat to go to sleep so she could start something, or she was waiting for the cat to wake up any minute now, so she didn't start anything. * The little jars of jam he’d brought back from all over the world, none
The new Mr.
I'm back in "the real world" as of Tuesday night.
Daylight savings
More of a postcard than a letter this week