Sage

I twine sprigs of lavender in my 
pillowcases and pockets,
I taste fresh peppermint and black
currant on my tongue,
I bathe in the decadence of sage and
pull vanilla through my hair. 

They are minuscule reminders from 
the world 
that there is still good to be
found, 
so long 
as there are still people searching
for it. 

BIATA

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