the very word itself is leaning in, touching: the way that k pushes up close to that i; a close and personal thing. I think of the way I kiss my baby in the morning; I breathe her in and my lips meet her warm brow with a burst of endorphins. and I remember tooContinueContinue reading “#17kiss”
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