Love, for me, has always been centered around chestnuts.
The tree and the horse. The letter P.
The two boys I grew up with.
The girl with the curls.
The woman with the pin straight hair.
A rusty shotgun.
This is an invitation to my life, now open your hands and handle with care.
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