jill turning her ring. igor’s sore mouth. emily telling me I deserve the good things I said I hope she finds; the smell of peppermint on her when we hug and I rub her shoulder. fern taller than me, their ginger candies. harmonic system’s mesmerizing, elegant writing. the poem on kindness, white plums (ponchos), and waking up to sorrow. and the drive home that I wish would last forever. keep rolling, keep it moving, don’t stop just because this has ended. you deserve to be consistent