F

I was on F for full, ready to rain down gold slivers.
Slivers of friendship. Slivers of service.
After living as a hermit, I drove into town and
hadn’t stared into the eyes of other people for months.
I could look intently once again and see other worlds.
F is for full-time beauty.

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