Twenty-one days solo, no conversation.
The thought of never again moving as one, leaves a deep penetrating sadness.
Huge sighs of breath come often.
Stomach churns, working out it's knots, while the heart beats to it's own rhythm, waiting for a return.
The thought of never again moving as one, leaves a deep penetrating sadness.
Huge sighs of breath come often.
Stomach churns, working out it's knots, while the heart beats to it's own rhythm, waiting for a return.
October 2009
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