{"id":38957,"date":"2017-08-05T21:18:53","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T01:18:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=38957"},"modified":"2017-08-05T21:18:53","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T01:18:53","slug":"that-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/that-day-2\/","title":{"rendered":"That Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">That was the day her breasts<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">rose up, areola and nipples and velvet skin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">all on their own, and took back<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">their sanctity, their <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u201csanc-titty.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">That was the day she knew<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">she was a Goddess<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">of the richest kind, no matter<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">what he said or how<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 15pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">he said it<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 13pt\">J. Pratt-Walter, <\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 13pt\">\u00a9<\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;line-height: 107%;font-family: 'Perpetua',serif;font-size: 13pt\"> 8\/5\/2017<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-38964\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jennifer-self-portrait-296x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"296\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jennifer-self-portrait-296x300.jpg 296w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jennifer-self-portrait-768x778.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jennifer-self-portrait-45x45.jpg 45w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Jennifer-self-portrait.jpg 843w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 296px) 100vw, 296px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That was the day her breasts rose up, areola and nipples and velvet skin, all on their own, and took back their sanctity, their \u201csanc-titty.\u201d That was the day she knew she was a Goddess of the richest kind, no matter what he said or&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1133,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-38957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38957","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1133"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38957"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38957\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38972,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38957\/revisions\/38972"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}