The way the mountains layer behind themselves does something for my soul.
That, and the absolute vastness of the blue sky.
I like the way dust settles quietly—
a soft comfort after commotion.
I long for your chest to rise and fall beneath my cheek.
My heart yearns to know you.
Green grass in December gives a gentle place for my heart to feel.
I’m looking for you.
Are you looking for me?
Xoxo, Gussie
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