I talked to a man today. I thought about my future. I thought about how lucky I am, really, and how I am going to do so many things in my life and I won't be afraid of losing people or being alone or even not taking chances on people I think are worth it. As long as there is music and nature and chamomile tea and smiles and baby kitties and fireplaces and photographs I will be alive and free. I love my hair, my skin, my lips and hips and breasts. I love my blue eyes and ears and wrists. Freckles and giggles and fevers and eyelashes. I feel another palm leaf growing out of me, out of my heart. I want to see him, talk to him more. I want him to tell me again that he wants to see me. talk to me.
love,
rebecca
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