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It wasn't on the cheek or the forehead. It was a whisper of a kiss on the tip of my nose, and it always carried a secret flavor.

I grew up. I moved to cities with neon lights and no closets to fear. But I never outgrew the ritual. When I tuck my own child in, I lean close. I press a kiss to the tip of their nose. And I think: What does this night need? angelica good night kiss

On nights I was scared of the closet: , so sticky and golden that my dreams would fill with slow, lazy bees and sun-warmed clover. It wasn't on the cheek or the forehead