Can I offer an olive branch to you? Will you reach toward me and take it from my fingers - that are cold and missing you? Colours fade and linger, nuance of ripeness, some are steadier than others in taste and balance. I know my limitations; they are many. I know also of my absence and how it tore at you. I hope you see me standing here.
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