sunday feet || she
everything is so geometric here, all right angles and isosceles views. for many years the formulaic nature of this place has felt safe, but my wings are growing too large for the cagey structure of my present physical surroundings. i pay too much for one room, and my lemons and nectarines and green grapes take up more than a strict half of the refrigerator. i don't know what i'm going to do, but as you can see, i'm the most colorful thing for miles around, and i'm beginning to feel sorely out of place. it might be time to fly on home, wherever that turns out to be. i'm intent on finding that out, even if it takes me the next twenty years of this mixed-up, uncertain, uphill and beautiful life.
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