close to other bodies as
we are pulled to earth.
Space between fingers
seems wider without others.
My hands are empty.
Arms and legs and hearts:
We are all made up of parts.
Each one, sensation.
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This is the part when all my friends get married. The world suddenly seems very big and filled with couples and at the same time infinitely smaller than it was yesterday.
Bss,
Marybeth
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