What I remember is the ache. Deep in my gut the knowledge that I was lost, that whatever map had lead me here would be no good to me ever again. And so I wrapped my arms around myself, the way you had wrapped around me that night, and I ached. I remember you made … Continue reading First
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I know why the women sing.
I know why the women sing as they pace the cliffs, the roadside, this hallway. I know what it is to stand as the emptiness grows thicker all around you. You wonder, is it so empty now because he took too much space then? And you bent and shrank and stretched for him until now … Continue reading I know why the women sing.
Gosh Darn Sunlight 