35 minute miles
from one charm to the next on a
necklace of fence posts
painted with snow
with miles to go, tying up daytimes
when we are frosted in
the lukewarm wash water
swirls around ears
swinging the storm, the settee and me
we are daughters of liberty
thoroughly modern girls
come along with me
when i run away to the south
where the heart is, where we can find
the brightest blue eyes
and learn the face value of saving grace
then dream of miles before we sleep
and fall so deep
into longing for frost and floorboards
and our sleepy northern town
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i would miss new england, despite the grace of the heartland.
who wants heartland? new england is ten times awesomer.
"awe"
see what i did there?
this makes me long for something AND appreciate what i have. this is one of my favorites.
1234 becoming 12345, woman.
i stopped in to get my mom a gift certificate for a pedicure (since NOW she wants one) and they had it all put together in this little cute black box. the forethought = the fact that i actually went to the place i know she likes instead of just telling her "oh btw you get a pedicure."
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