With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike.
John Milton
T,
It is scary when poets meet on the field. Words are always more than they seem and they are often hardly enough. You are so mythic in my memories. This spirit of voice and beauty. A muse to meet on the shores and tempt my heart… then float away into the dark mists with hardly a touch between us.
-L

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