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At least that’s what I chose to believe. It’s possible to exist under any number of illusions, to believe so thoroughly in the presence of things you cannot see—safety, God, love—that you impose upon them physical shapes. A bed, a cross, a husband. But ideas willed into being are still ideas and just as fragile.
The entire discuss of LOVE in the book and what it means, whether it is sibling or romantic love, is fascinating.
Unencumbered is the word I would use in poems to describe it. And also: Untethered. Unrestricted. Expansive. Free.
I love how Fi structured her poetic thoughts...even from her 6-year-old self.
everything she bumped into became clean, tidy, sparkling.
reading too much sexed-up Updike
No more of that awful Indigo Girls.”
The news exhausted me. The news bored me. What did it matter? Here we sat, the proverbial ducks. We might as well just reach for the chocolate candy in our pockets, hold the hand of the one we love best, and smile.
The same in 2020!
Skinners are not very good at compromise. We are all or nothing.
Every day we struggle to decide what to give away and what to keep, but every day we make that calculation and we live with the results.
Because when the lights go out and we sit waiting in the dark, what do our fingers seek? Who do we reach for?
Is this unconditional and total love?
