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what a lonely place
to be the last to be called
to float all alone 🦊❤️
I looked at the last Cheerio floating in the sea of low fat milk. If it had feelings, “what would it be feeling?” I thought. Like the last kid called in a pick up baseball game maybe. Or maybe totally at peace in the quiet of a beautiful pool on a summer day. I wonder… 🦊❤️