Sunday, June 2, 2019

43 toward the Omer

chesed shebmalkhut

Three days ago, I struggled to have the car door open and the car light off at the same time so the moth had some chance of flying out to live overnight, if it was the type of moth that would do so,

and today, there is no one person on the dance floor whom I am drawn to as powerfully as we were drawn to walk yesterday to those trees whose orange flowers were visible across the entire park, and that is fine by me.

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