Calypsoeevee

The dove has always loved life; that much is clear. Trees and tulips and tabby cats, she embraces everything, she loves all. It seems fitting that flakes of her old self now rest in the sea that spawned empires; by now, she's probably in the belly of a few fish. (She would have liked that.) Unopened packets of idli mix wait to be cooked, children grow up, they never learned what happened to the bright-eyed thick-haired lady with an accent and a smile. My own happiness nearly drives me to suicide. It's funny how many people never care, they just look straight ahead, refusing to saw off the boulders they tied around their ankles. Next summ