It rains every day here. Today: the first drop fell and no others came. I wanted to understand. I could not allow for celebration. I was alone without the falling swamp. I was alone without the wolflike wind. I was alone as I often am. I see friends. I see love. I see children and dancing and Thursday night picture shows. But I am mostly alone. How does that make me? Find me? How does that breathe?
I see a tree standing alone because you held my hand in yours and pointed.
Maybe that's what we can do for each other.
Photo by Sadie. Words by Dustin.
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