Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, March 15, 2018

3.15c

I sent you an email. It is now a quantum state of read and unread, and you are in a quantum state of knowing and ignorance, and I am in a quantum state of all things, emotions assaulting not singly or in pairs but all in a rush, a vichyssoise of heartwrench pureed so fine that each unnamed feeling has been broken further than its atomic, animal state, and each felt simultaneously until even the tenebrous reaches of my shocked and shaking skeleton are crammed with emotions fresh and incomprehensible--------------
And once you've read, dear, what will you say? Pray, be kind.

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