Forgotten souvenir of a drunken writing session, located in an Evernote excavation

March 29th, 2014, 1pm

It was 2.2°C with broken clouds. The breeze was brisk.

I take you with me every day.

Bottled inside each cell.

My mitochondrial love

You are fresh watermelon and perfectly roasted espresso and wind chimes and a cool breeze and

afternoon naps

When you leave the room

I disappear and wait for your return

I want to be your strength and light, the strawberry on your tongue and the sigh at the end of the day

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Nicole Marie

Veterinarian, sometime scientist, reader, writer

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