#53

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my rooibos looks a little like fresh blood.
concerned.
my lemons are bleeding.
my tea may be a witch.
we're three days from a full, afterall
and right now she's 11.2 days old.
that's an all-knowing age, right?
grandma and I chatted for almost an hour,
she remembers living in her house
again now, it's
a wonder what a kitchen table can do.
and that the dog's name was Missy
some several some odd years ago.
I ate an orange while we talked and then I
called my sister.
she thanked me for calling
(my grandma did. my sister thanked me when I told her
she looked pretty today, she returned the favor
by pointing at the bullseyed-mark between my eyes,
and then we laughed at the absurd cost of 'good' skincare
these days and because
really, she's drop dead gorgeous everyday.
my mom told me the other day I should wash my
face with shampoo. she also told me
I was pretty today, despite the
unfortunate mark. what can I say, except
I've been stressed.
but, thanks mom. you're pretty, too)
and said she finished my last letter.
I've got to write another, now.
I write so much, I forget
what's the most important sometimes.