sAyingsometHing

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11 Aug 2018

August Through to September

A souvenir perhaps? A collision of chance, coincidence upon coincidence, we build a fragile construct. Something to remind me, fragility, beauty, delicacy; an intrinsic evocation, a light at the end of the tunnel.
Then you must be hope and the beauty of you, your awkward impulse, your childlike demeanor, your searing intelligence, your hair intricately woven and your powerful spirit, is the light that forms the fragile construct that we call friendship. That we could have called love.

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