again, you will have to trust me on this
since i cannot show you:

• the cold black and green grapes in a blue bowl.
• the baby’s wet mouth against my forearm
• the sun setting just so through the maple tree
• that really long hug, his head full of curls
• the sparkly birthday invite on my clean desk
• the good, short cry over a silly memento
• the unbelievably rowdy 7p.m. bird party in my backyard

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