Tag: may
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Maybe May
By May, the world has stopped pretendingit’s still waking up.Everything is suddenly louder;the grass, the light,even the shadows seem more certainof where they belong. The days stretch themselves thin,testing how far they can reachbefore the sky snaps back.Blossom gathers in cornerslike someone sweeping beautyinto careless piles. And you feel it tug at you;that quiet insistenceto…