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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

"how every night you pretend to not exist in your little bed until you start telling yourself stories"

and all the rest—in no particular order—just love them.

Plus one (from me): the letters from strange humans that speak to your heart.

Are there 100 ways to say thank you? I don't know. I'll just say it 100 times.

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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

I love them all. What a generous thing you've given.

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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

i am only four in and i had to stop. i have to save them. i can have one hundred days with these now. thank you. thank you.

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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

I always know when I'm reading Ars I'm about to fall a little bit more in love with my life.

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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

Happy Valentine's Day Ars. I don't know who you are outside of these letters but I really hope someone out there wrote you something too.

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Every one of these, every single one

Thank You!

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Every line captures a pearl to create a necklace that sparkles with radiance reflecting a moment in life most miss but can walk with your words on a beach and hear your voice in the tidal pull of waves that tug to fill in the sand of footprints that once walked in times gone bye. Happy Valentine’s Day.

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Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

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So much to love!!

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Feb 15Liked by ars poetica

So very beautiful. I’m feeling your and they’re feeding me. Thank you for sharing all this love with us. ♥️

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Thank you for reminding me of all of these moments ✨

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Feb 14Liked by ars poetica

Oh, thank you for this beauty!❤️

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Thank you, is all. 🤎

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Every

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101. The stranger who asks my name & tells me I’m great simply because I took a moment to look him in the eyes and serve him his coke & burger with kindness

102. The first spoonful of ice cream after letting it melt a little bit

103. Your soul breathing a deep, deep sigh of bliss, late at night when you feel their arms around you, their chest rising & falling softly under your cheek, their chin resting softly on the top of your head, the mattress soft underneath of you both. “HOME,” it proclaims, the feeling of safety resonating into your bones.

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Spectacular gifts on your doorstep. It's a little late, but would you be my Valentine?

BTW I once played the role of Gooper in a production of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Tennessee Williams describes Big Daddy's M.D. as, "All hock and no spit." I like to think my poems are dripping with spit.

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