tearstain?

just blinked past my eyes.

I had dreams last night about speaking taiwanese and a little brother crying, made my heart ache for there was such hurt and loneliness as the tears were running down his face
his voice broken and sighing
as the rest of the family sat around the table and reached out their hands
Oh no, dearest little you, what is it that feels so difficult?

My fingers are stained by blueberries
My body warmed by rooibos

Everything is clear.

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