The sun, the moon and stars.
The babies.
The mommas (and the babies' mommas).
The park, the grass and the air.
The view across The Bay on a clear day.
The smiles you give.
The hugs you share.
The grind.
The absence of time.
The resolution of revolution.
To my feet when they catch the beat.
To your hips and all those dips.
To the way you wind your waist.
The way it tastes.
The realness.
The honesty.
The truth.
The non-Hollywood beauty.
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