Sanctuary: Stretched in Between Living and Dying.
The sweat between my body and yours is a gentle baptism. Vulnerability laced with the innocence and confusion of unknowing.
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June 19, 2020
I Read Books While Time Burrows Into Me.
Most books I own do not finish with 'the end'. It seems to me, like life itself, a great work simply trails off, like forgotten phrases.