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I read you Bluets,
for you love Maggie Nelson
and I love your eyes.
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I ADORE this Poem. Oh, it is just so lovely and really spoke to me. My nickname as a child was Blueberry Eyes, and I also worked on a blueberry farm for 6 years, packing them in the warehouse each summer and planting baby bushes outside for the last 2 of those 6 years. We’d get up in the morning to work at 5 am and work until the sun became a hazard in the afternoon, and then come back in the early evening to pack up the harvest. Some of the best memories! Thank you for taking me back!