It's good to be here, and not there.
A smile is creeping up from my lungs -
Maybe it's just the 35 degrees;
I'm sucking back air like Persephone
Spelunking her way through hot cave springs
And loving the clotted colour.
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Violetta, bellissima: mi manchi!
The Chef and The Ninja just came for lunch at my studio. We sat outside under the grey, warm skies.
Thinking of you, looking forward to more poetic posts.
xo
Oksana
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