What if . . . we hadn’t yet learned to trust movement. And now here we are.

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We don’t talk about how relationships never end …. it feels … like reaching through air.

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I love you. Your forehead; my lips. Your rings; my giving. Your lifeless body; my ring. My ring; your body leaving. My longing; your pinkie finger. My decision; topaz side by side. I love you.

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