You stir me. Through this half-inch square box, I have come to know you; each wrinkle, your scar, that chipped tooth from when you fell on the Radio Flyer Wagon. You are perfect. At this moment, I feel perfect too. I am going to put you around my neck in a little locket; a medal I made of you.
From GrassRoots© by Skye Snyder
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