There were short films on a roof, and there was wine on a sidewalk, and dumplings. There were friends in town for meeting in the rain with, and smelling through the park with, friends in town for gobbling breakfasty toasts and talking about fences, bunnies with. I'm not exactly sure when it happened that I looked up to find such an abundance of creative, beautiful kindred spirits, but there they are. Kindred spirits who bring presents of post-its, and friends whose laugh clings heavy, lets me almost brush against the bursting skin of this life--that skin which hangs purple on vines and drips with honey, raspberry cordial, dew.
3 maids a-milking:
Lovely. And don't you adore the feel of that skin as your teeth bite through it?
beautiful. x
I would drink raspberry cordial (aka really currant wine) with you any afternoon in the park. Even if it meant I would be drunk and vomiting later. That's what kindreds do.
*sigh*
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