
"Who am I?" I ask the world.
The wind rustles through leaves and grass.
I am listening.
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Hazy afternoon.
Common mynas curving through the air.
Time to go home.
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You said
"Not until then."
It is now.
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Gomphrena blossoms
Cut and dried in the sun.
Colorful corpses.
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Yesterday I made tea and drank it alone.
Good tea.
Good company.