meet me on the steps. bring your army, joe, and barbie. i'll bring baby jenny, raphael, and teddy. we will sail with the cat and the owl to an island where peter lived. bath time happens when the world is muddiest and we will have tea served out of leaves and sticks. mulberries will be dinner forever. we will be married to trees who sing sweet songs like every god we ever thought we loved. we will buried our lost under stones marked by sidewalk chalk. rain will never be feared. years will never pass. we will have found the past and nustled into its breast bone.



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