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February 27, 2014

More

My first words were More, more.

Fitting, since for a child, nothing is ever, ever enough.

And now, in the days when life has become a fight

against the body, against the cold, against the thought

that nothing, nothing is enough,

as a new morning throbs again in the sky, I again

stare into the sun, wishing the colors were more, more.

More than chemical. More than this.