Travel Plans
- Alisha Dunn
- Aug 31, 2022
- 1 min read
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Back in the days of 2009, we were just words on a screen, two voices finding comfort in the dark, not knowing time was already secretly...
I move through a garden of unquiet things, where vines clutch at my ankles, where bees hum warnings only I can hear. The soil remembers...
I speak to you in fragments, careful, measured, restrained, because I know accountability is a language you never learned. You call me...
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