spring

It’s not that I feel more dangerous.

It’s that I feel more sure.

Perhaps it is because NE is becoming confident in her physical self again.

Perhaps it is because SB is remembering how to live with sharp edges.

Perhaps it is because I miss supplication; not as a demanding need, but as a missing piece. A lost glove found.

It is the difference between listening to music. And feeling it.

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