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Romance in New Hampshire
Just like that, twirl so I can see everything. Turn slowly in the sun by a scraggle of just-spring raspberry shrubs, among the litter of leaves preserved with the dirt-smell under snow. Turn around and then watch me turning, too, in this naked ritual of mutual attention and care, checking each other for ticks upon a sunlit fork in the trail we’ve walked together so many times around this pond. |
