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my breeze. Brilliant. Things we say in the moment. Definitive things. Promises. But life is not definitive. It is in flux as we equally are. Cuts though, doesn't it, when you feel the rope go slack.
utterly heart-wrenching .... and that golden braid again ... perfect agony and poise ... er ... am a bit speechless despite this being my seventh read (beautiful)(thank you)
Annie, i've always held on to the notion of a distant loved one as being present, somehow, in the breeze (i also love the sound of the word itself) ... yes, as the wind is not of any particular shape, so is life, i suppose ... a tether is all one can hope for (do you, perchance, fish? if you do, you know the feeling when there's something imperceptible at the end of the line ... quite surprising that it can transmit in such fine detail, no?)
Shell, i chopped it just a bit ... i hope it's not ruined (for you) ... but i think it'll have to stay this way (for now) ... "Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid" - yes, geeky but one of the quintessential books i value much ... the braid runs through almost everything - real or imagined is immaterial - there's an order even to chaos ... no? ... a matter of focus and a leap of imagination (or faith, as some put it, all the same)
Grew up boating and fishing...plucking berries from shores and rowing myself out so far as to cause concern to those waiting on the vessel. Yes...such a tiny filiment can transmit a weighty prospect. Nerves also.funny the word verification...undersa...so close to under sea :)
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