I'm learning all over again the sense of you and me. I live like half fraction invariant of a double. The extended portion of gestures, care and meaning for me now rejoices and illuminates. There is no longer a space next door, but a presence that imbues sharing and expected to translate into embrace. Not the red-hot skin, stripping the soul, no conscience tears. It 's the pure sense of being, will that becomes bread and snow, the courage not to fear the collision of a celestial "I love you" that without getting lost and without guilt.
[photo by hyppotomatus ]
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