Love - as it is in the wild, no fingerprints on the glass - knows nothing of time. If you were lucky enough for your first fall to be in love and not loss, you might get what I’m talking about. The pure stuff, like flying before you look down. Like learning the body you thought you had to fill all by yourself actually came with an extension; that neither worked alone, but together - bam, all the lights come on.
— Nov 04, 2025 07:56PM
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