let all go dear

so comes love


“Let them go—the two kids felled by the flu; the rain pelting on my head when I walked outside; the misunderstanding that led to words; the cup of coffee left untouched in the kitchen—they were born to go.

Let all go dear. So comes love.”

For the past few weeks, I have been writing my own little homage to ee cummings on Twitter, about 8:15 am. After I h…

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