The wind breathing its bushfire breath
Hour upon hour outside the window
The starting and starting
And again starting of a new letter
The shape of emotions coursing through, then retreating from,
The lines over and over, as
A tributary sucks from and pours into
A river its cloudy turmoil
The inward labouring of fear
Living in the wilderness of contradictions
Scraping paper to drown the vulnerabilities
Beneath swollen spaces
It’s good to read your work again. Beautiful.
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Thanks, my dear friend, yes, it’s been a while.
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Blessings.
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The sophistication and depth of your work is beyond my words, Vera. The scene you created makes my thoughts wander. A delight to read your words and follow your thoughts.
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Thank you so much, Isabelle. You cannot imagine how much this means to me.
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🌸💜🌸
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OH MY GOD!!! You’re back!!! I missed You so much. I hope You and Yours have been well. And WOW. Hello. More appropriately put after reading Your amazing words….You’re bbbbbaaaacccckkkkkkkk!!!! 💖🤗☀️😊❤️
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Haha…thanks, Katy. Yes, it’s been a while. Rested for a bit. 🙂 ❤
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Good. I hope it was wonderful rest. That’s so smart to do now and again.
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Yes, it’s good. 🙂
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💖
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