A day
for gratitude.
A day
of family.
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A day
to be thankful.
Thanksgiving.
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vellaa day ago in Psyche
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We got to practice it every day. Lately, it has become a festival of eating, decoration, travel.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family! π₯°π₯°π₯°
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Nicely done. Happy Thanksgiving!
Fact or fiction?π I will have to agreeπ Nice thoughtsπβ€οΈπ
Lovely. Happy Thanksgiving.
Beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving, Mother!π π¦
The way you've crafted the language in this poem is truly beautiful,
Wonderful poem!
Short but to the point. Love it!