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4059 I’m writing from a new zip code. Time zone I miss home won’t go though. Here’s a post card… from me. Take of steep breath of humidity Touch the Spanish moss on the oak trees For me..,breath me I’m open to love … finally Trying to retire all the bouts of all my wallowing.. gratuitously in sadness… kneading into the feeling needing all the feeling New Orleans my love you caress me then you bruise me with your moods You’re gorgeous but u scare me anxiety and blues Warmth and soul food The time is ticking surely… but am I coming back to you? It’s surely more free Any chance to be floating Hopping cities I want to stop feeling so small But continue to feel so free New Orleans my love write back to me…