Abby and I reflected in the dirty pan on the stove
The stark February shadow of a winter tree, denuded of leaves, against the bright yellow side of the vacant Meineke shop.
How my mom can get to any tennis ball I hit, and hit a winner in return
How adept I am at putting off what really needs to be done :)
I love this, Jen. Cool observations!
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Isn't using the term "denuded" a little bit racy?? :)
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