some kind of magic

Thankful for tongues that don’t know English, chewed-on Crayola markers, cookie crumbs, sounds that mean nothing, Estefani’s laugh, missing teeth, sticky little hands, manitos, tea and good mugs, being called Tia, sweet and melancholy rainy mornings, the scarf that makes me feel like Aunt Beth, warm blankets and tv voices, having another day tomorrow to try and fail and be angry and be peaceful and everything else, once again.

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