a fragment of a first draft of an offering never to be written down again :
This is familiar. This is home. This is the punctuation that I found under the orange tree in your back yard, in the smile and the hug you welcomed me with into Davis. Sea serpents and seasides and gardens and salt. You welcomed me West, you welcomed me home, and I will always love you and be inspired for it.
Flowers. Mead. Tea. Oranges, and sunlight and gardens and wet dirt and books. Two continents, two oceans, gardens away. And this too is home.
I love you I love all of you
get some rest, okay?