fragments

You told me the story in no particular order, handing me a jagged make-shift puzzle of possibilities in pieces. Your words gurgled into my ear, streamed quietly into my soul, perfumed my dreams. A touch of sunlight there, a taste of a smile here.

And so I listen.

And so I write.

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