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  • Visiting a childhood friend
    with what feel like old friends from recent years,
    in the desert I call home.
    Theresa took pictures, of this strange familiar house
    Holder and Miko mixed some music in the corner of the room
    while I lit little crayons on fire and melted them
    into instant art pieces on white paper.
    The middle of nowhere we were
    together.
    Discovering and climbing on
    playground fixtures in the night.
    It felt right in that moment,
    although we are far from each other now.
    What I remember most:
    the flame.
    So temporary and so delicate
    but full of potential,
    just like we were in this moment.
    I struggled to hold it together
    and survive in a more obvious way...
    but we were all yearning to survive.
    We, I believe, wanted to hold onto these minutes
    forever.
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