april is coming in so loudly this morning and i cannot help but say thank you for that. i am drinking in this sleepy scene, letting it soak into my bones: love dove in his feather-soft pear pajamas and bed-wild hair, home that sounds like vashti bunyan and smells like french press and cedarwood oil, perching in the window together to feel spring on our faces and wave taxis along between bites of chia pudding and berries.
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