Such pain. I realize, again, that I am an odd person – my expectations of people so naive, my understanding so limited. How I am wounded again and again, yet seem to grow no calluses. Surely this is an error. Like N–, that blazing day, stepping into a parking lot from an air-conditioned building and thinking, "There must be some mistake!"
pulling burrs
from the dog’s coat
sickle moon
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