But autumn makes me do it. Something about the way light hangs on a tree, cat on a branch. Everything orange. And sad--in a happy, loved way.
Bird on a wire.
A song. Flight.
Catch.
There are photographs everywhere. I breathe and take a picture. Pucker, sweetly.
To kiss a new baby. Nuzzle a cheek. Stretch.
Fingers--long. A kiss for each one.
For you.
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