You call yourself ordinary. But I look. I look. Every cell of you. Follicle and crevice. My brain sucks up your planes. They settle in my mind. It savors them, they float and drift, and evaporate, then reconstitute themselves before being sent in long, gentle waves down my arms to my fingertips. My whole mind, […]
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