Year Two with Jim

In your travels over hills and mountains I hope you won’t ignore those ponds tucked deep in forests like words held under your tongue. And when you get there I hope you will dive in, for there in the cool, dark waters you might find me, almost drowning in a verb that has melted into oblivion.


Happy second anniversary, my love.

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