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The hummingbirds, bees and butterflies all drink from the same flower and always have enough.
The entire month of May I was a whisper of a human walking through a wind tunnel. I functioned with enough energy to make my bed, move into the living room and make a new bed on the couch. I stared out the window until I memorized all the individual shades of green that colored…
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Did you say “oat milk” or “whole milk”?
My windows are open. A breeze carrying 62 degrees is drifting through the sheer curtains. I can hear birds chirping through the FaceTime call I’m on as I slide across my floors in the socks I bought at a store with my mom in Australia. Visions of my mom and me laughing through the streets…
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The sense of nothing 