~ I felt the x-ray blue of ghost bones as you stepped into last night’s silent dream. I knew your glow: the afterimage of my blinding from your sun. Poems I write, so often nondescript, come back to you in the end, and you will never know, my friend, for in your afterlife you wander far.~
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It seems like Rhonda is your muse Lee. I’m sorry she had to go too soon. 💔
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One could say that, Naomi. Thank you 💜
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oh suffering, some of the problems of aging. But, as they say, it’s much better than the alternative!. I miss you on Twitter, and I didn’t do much on mastodon, regrettably. I did once write a poem about you and your stories on Twitter. I’ll have to look it up and see if I can find it for you. Godspeed!
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Beautiful, Lee. 🩵
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❤️
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thanks, Jessica. Hope you’re doing alright!
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I am! The adventure continues. How about you?
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