"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."
Virgina Woolf, The Years
10.1.14
Night walking
Above all things
your voice
which I struggle to remember
or one of its vehicles
your lips
the kiss you placed
on my head
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