I was thinking that you might say, the weight of it in my hand or something also like muscles that ache with memories of this kind of insistence. Arms on fire from all of the reaching and pulling and pushing. Heart billowing.
I was thinking that you might say, softly singing, urgent winging and then sensibly appear, a giant at my door, rough
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I looked everywhere for a highly suggestive turnip, but I couldn't find one.
I'm just feeling ....
something.
Idon'tknowwhat.
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