This sandbox.
With its dreamy, pristine white sand,
untouched by the weather—soothing and
full of possibilities.
No lumps or stray grass.
With rakes and buckets to create castles
and tear them down and start again.
Over and over
until they are just right—for today anyway.
I want to protect this with a glass dome
so passersby can adore it too,
without spoiling its innocence.
I want to protect this.
[on friendships]
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