when i tell my husband i miss the sun, he knows

what I really mean. He paints my name

across the floral bed sheet and ties the bottom corners
to my ankles. Then he paints another

for himself. We walk into town and play the shadow game,
saying Oh! I'm sorry for stepping on your

shadow! and Please be careful! My shadow is caught in the wheels
of your shopping cart. It's all very polite.

Our shadows get dirty just like anyone...

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