When she left, Anita took Mom's valise, the round one with the wooden handle from Eaton's department store. Mom was furious. She'd had it on hold at the store for weeks while she earned enough to
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Fresh chocolate chip cookies that you didn’t bake
Tulle and Wool and Velvet as your hand grazes bolt after bolt
Garage door clank-sweating to open again
Zingy pineapple juice drizzling down you neck
Streetlights-snow, ashy embers floating
Orange peels curling under fingertips
Ice skates melting through the waxy untouched rink.
Plates of butter-brickle snapping tween your teeth
Yellow mug of chocolate, steam expanding your soul
An unlit candle’s wick
Thick copper ring reflecting green-gold eyes
Black waves of hair gently sift through a tight-knit comb
Cursive wrapping your name into a bow
Little things worth living for
Tulle and Wool and Velvet as your hand grazes bolt after bolt
Garage door clank-sweating to open again
Zingy pineapple juice drizzling down you neck
Streetlights-snow, ashy embers floating
Orange peels curling under fingertips
Ice skates melting through the waxy untouched rink.
Plates of butter-brickle snapping tween your teeth
Yellow mug of chocolate, steam expanding your soul
An unlit candle’s wick
Thick copper ring reflecting green-gold eyes
Black waves of hair gently sift through a tight-knit comb
Cursive wrapping your name into a bow
Little things worth living for
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