fragments

small flowers grow in the oddest of places,
drinking the sun
and make me smile on the way home.
hot cocoa warms our hands
on a crisp spring night.
pocahontas braids. laying on the couch. a smooth, wet paintbrush.
another term with the hobbits is almost over.

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