Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Day 4 of 108
I put up my Christmas tree today with the help of my friend. It was such a precious, beautiful day. I got out some stuff from last year and...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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