Here I am from hand sewn night-gowns, from Cheese-Its and green Palmolive.
I am from the taupe house with the brown deck overlooking the water, the sounds of wind chimes and rope against mast, the sounds of laughter from people you could not see. Crickets and frog eggs are hard to hold in the hand.
I am from the sugar maples, the lilly pad
I am from
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