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I read you Bluets,
for you love Maggie Nelson
and I love your eyes.
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The Cave Part 6
If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
By Jamye Sharp6 days ago in Chapters
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I ADORE this Poem. Oh, it is just so lovely and really spoke to me. My nickname as a child was Blueberry Eyes, and I also worked on a blueberry farm for 6 years, packing them in the warehouse each summer and planting baby bushes outside for the last 2 of those 6 years. We’d get up in the morning to work at 5 am and work until the sun became a hazard in the afternoon, and then come back in the early evening to pack up the harvest. Some of the best memories! Thank you for taking me back!