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Current mood:  thankful
i would gather you -- cup these small hands together to hold as much of you as i could and walk you toward a garden in slow, thoughtful steps
i’d feel you filling the spaces between my nervous fingers and in the tiny wrinkles of my palms knowing that i cannot keep the parts of you that will overflow beyond my simple means
and even if only traces of you were left as i pushed past the gate i would turn around and smile knowing we had blessed the path behind us.
8:51 PM
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