the return to normal
This morning, my grandfather visited me in the form of a heron. I'm pretty convinced it was him: I've never seen a heron around here before.

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lovedeath, pantin

The way you wrapped a tea bag around the handle of a coffee mug.
The way you’d crush the bottle before throwing it in the bin.
The way you added a little water to the pot before heating the leftovers.

These are the things that I’ll keep with me forever.
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poetry, portraits, love

I find this lane all to myself and I think of you, I think of the imaginary schools of fish below me and their unshakable desire to swim together for eternity. The patterns they make with their synchronized movement are like smoke signals, the light they reflect against their silver scales. Oh how I’m filled with this childlike desire, this sense of urgency, to hold you by the hand and show you this magnificent display of nature. Because your smile is like an elixir that I want to collect in a tiny bottle. Because I know that our eternity - you and me - is not eternal.

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poolsdeath, love, paris

When I was a child I used to look down at myself like a bird in the sky looking for worms.

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love © 2022
(there are other sarah rose’s, but this is the new one)