they seated me next to her at the table ...a small quiet elderly woman who was obviously out of the loop but did belong there....it was her grandson's graduation from...
his hands bring such comfort the kind that taste like honeyed melting butter on a fresh hot biscuit just risen and rescued from the oven split and steaming
thimble small not enough to hold too much hummingbird honeyed just enough for a sip of pure sweetness pour it out upon my breast let it trickle drop by...
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