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a childhood memory |
| liquid sunshine drawn from the heart of a tree add fire and the smell of winter condensing into syrup to fall in virgin snow I’ve never tramped through a sugar maple forest or set a tap to catch sap drop by drop I find my sugar caught in the form of leaves and hesitate choosing just the right shape and bring it to my lips at first I feel the crystals crumble on my tongue dissolving the maple sand in the sea of my mouth returning at the last to liquid sunshine line count:24 |