“It looks like fallen petals, and it looks like rain. It looks like the
sounds the birds make at dawn. It looks like the aisle of grocery stores
when a song I love suddenly begins to play overhead, and I cannot help
but dance a little dance. It looks like a sigh, a kiss, an unmade bed.
It looks like Cheerios in a white bowl with a bit of silence on the
side. It looks like a plain vanilla cupcake in white paper, a dance with
the wind, pink toenails, warm socks. It looks like a fire against the
cold of winter, and a deep lake cool against a summer sky. It looks like
chick flicks, books that make you cry, and all the candles blown out on
the first try.”
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