
We each held each other’s hands walking to the front door of speech therapy, Jules, Anna and I.
We prayed for an accident we passed.
We had a tea party at sunset on the back deck with water and plastic tea cups.
We played for an hour after chicken nuggets in the park.
We hung out in an old truck watching loggers.
I am the imperfect perfect person for them and I want to be as present as possible.



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