the last one, that's it.
it's uncanny, isn't it, aimee, the body such a ruse, a doorway through to whatever it is that we lean toward. reaching toward. always reaching toward. sometimes, when we are bloody well lucky enough, actually touching.xoerin
you are so right Erin...
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))