'You broke into my densest thoughts, trespassing like a vivid red, breaking through the fog and lighting up all my fires. The silence, the pure quiet within your presence, was amazing to me. And I'd broken, as well, through the jail cell of self.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 7:21 AM
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Margarethe - It seems to be open. Try again.
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