The grass breathes, the leaves above us split the sunlight into spangles that dazzle and fade. The woman that I love more than anything in the world rests her arm across my chest, and the earth beneath my back goes all the way down to the center of the earth.
I think, "It's such a nice day, and that woman who hanged herself will never see it."
But all I say is, "It's a nice day."
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