an ardent
observer of those
around you,
and what's going on.
reading the room
like a gypsy with a fresh
palm,
you remember
everything.
never weeding the bad
from the good.
absorbing it all
like the empathetic
sponge that you are.
time to prune, she says.
and i agree, not a minute
too soon.
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