Jose of Jose and Peter is missing weeks since we talked as he watered the jungle around his property when I saw Peter, he told me, Cancer, he’s in hospice now, a place down valley and said he foun
don’t we all want the joy we’ve gathered to mature like wine apples of friendship our family of melons some lemony characters a tart cherry or two aged happiness has a flavor younger vintages lack
if I lived by cancer’s warnings, my face would never feel like warm butter my cold arms wouldn’t goose bump with the mix of heat and tingle bare legs would never walk through a field and melt in f
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