I want to step out and bouce from hill to hill. I wouldn’t fall to an insect death; a splash of red on the earth’s bonnet and I could too make my way over the hills and far away. I could too find what was missing as the tree is wide awake, ears pricked for the slightest sound from the sun singing on the other side of all that navel fluff breathing in my rasping snore, forever more.
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