.Butterfly kissing you by the river, where it started. Sandy strands of dishwater hair and raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields, off-white, under dry wind skies. The sun visits you, shorelines undone, waits on wading ankles in shivering pools, just moving on (forget me not, dear). God created butte.
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