A Forgotten Song

He Writes: “Lighter tone and an ensnaring comfort. A hoary sun upon my face and her. The hills of stones and permanent ways through her chest. Unbridled oscillations, rising up; then falling down again. A peaceful amble; it’s zephyr, it’s warm, it’s soft, it’s homeward..” He writes again: ‘Yesterday morning was a bit confusing for me.

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