once again ensconced in my little 2nd-floor apartment. the plants are here, the clutter, the sunshine, and the lake.
it's the lake that i've missed, these months away. tonight, as the clock marks the turning of the date, i should be in her arms, feel her cool fingers on the skin of my belly. that is the way to celebrate the passage of another year, and to welcome the last days of my fickle decade.
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