Sunlight-Marinated Healings

Jacob Newell

Tell me you look above and around — these crisscrossing, tiny, brittle branches with scattered dollops of oranges, reds, whites, and pinks rinsed with drooping foliage and clipped, camouflaged chirping — and don’t wish to abandon all worldly desires.

Tell me you look at a sunlight-marinated nature and don’t heal.




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