Snowy Sundays in April JOLIE ADAM
Snowy Sundays in April, spent thinking about you, whispering all the words I want to lay on you. Inviting, blank canvas when I need you. Intimidating naked page, when I try to. I want us to conjoin, in mind and spirit, so that you feel my thoughts before they even occur so that you hear my heart without explanation orconfusion so that you understand my hesitation in speaking the truth at times. I spent this time, thinking of the relief unburdening this brings me, then thinking of the grief my inaction to write you leaves me with.
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