O: “I love it when the seasons change.”
She and Jake open the doors on either side of the Esteem and bend to get in.
O: “…luckily they’re always changing.”
On 13th near Jake’s place
Branches are arms outstretched. Their fingers shake and wriggle toward the sky.
This is when I close my eyes and listen: a gentle gusty wind weaves through a hundred naked trees.
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