The dog summons me from the other side of the back porch screen, says she checked her watch and we are late for morning walks. The days are cooler now, the wind brings a chill from the north mountains, your friends dig their heels into hot apple cider but you are not ready, not yet, you are still scared of the darkness that follows so closely in its footsteps.
Work reminds itself to me, arrives like an unfortunate cousin, while my imagination is far away at sea. I thought I was telling stories, and here you are, asking me for spreadsheets.
They do not know how to see the starry skies in the desert,
do not know how to find a diamond in a jewelry store.
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