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stories to tell strangers
sat still in the sun, feet calloused and sweating,
tasting salt from the sea beneath my fingertips-
remembering glass bottles holding up the trees.
lips parted from the vision of a blonde girl tracing over german words on the wall-
hair turning white from the sun.
blessed be the love
of the roots, fruit, and sky from childhood.
let me leave this earth with it crusted onto my hands,
under my fingernails, and in my eyebrows.
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