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- More writing, more nature
- Less Facebook, more reading
- More sun, more sunscreen
- More stretching, less worrying
- More creativity, less internet
- More pictures, less blogs
- More kindness, less judgement
- More gratefulness, more flowers
- More heart, less stuff
- More postcards, less emails
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Pots and Pans
Scraping the burned bits off toast,and I thought of you, my darling,my love.Remember burning things all winterand there was you,fanning smoke, smiling.One time I made pasta for you, honey,Undercooked, you said.And I was in our bedroom all nightsulking, pouting.Riding down dark streets at night,through blue shadows to you, my sweetheart,my dear.And I thought of you last night, baby,slurping up noodles,blowing out the light.
