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| blueberries |
he pulls the beanie cap tight over his ears, zips up the ripped down jacket with baby goose feathers escaping one by one, spiraling to the crinkled leaves like faeries returning from all night reveling. he slips on the frosty grass with doc martens that no longer have treads. he breathes steam and scrapes the windshield with his atm card. it cracks in half. he turns the ignition to warm up the truck and defrost the window but the engine chugs in a desperate attempt to fire and surrenders to the too cold morning and it isn't even winter yet. he smacks the dashboard and summer's neglected dust flies up in shock. the imprint of his angry hand remains as a confession, but he is gone to catch the bus while there is still time. the day is young and there's so much to do, to learn, to discover. |
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