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When it's a good day at work and I have time, I like to treat myself with a caramel Frappuccino from across the street.
In the background is the store I work in.
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Ceramic fruit plates and dinnerware
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missing my artemisian summer, those long afternoons pinned to the grass by the sun, sprawled out like a star in surrender, hairline damp with sweat, my shirt tucked beneath my breast, unable to move, each limb heavy as lead, my hair in a tangle of grass, leaves, tobacco, and dirt — and it’s unclear to me where my body ends and where the earth beneath me begins…𓃭 𖤓 𓅃
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