A question? An answer. Often argument or debate.
An explanation. A reason. But not an excuse.
The shared love of time contemplating a dust mote in light. Another perspective on a complex world.
Finally friends found who just get it, through a lifetime of not quite there, and confused mixed messages.
Passion and love and righteous anger at injustice. Overwhelming emotions, a small boat in a stormy sea.
Sound. Every sound. All the time.
Velvet-hair-on-end shudders.
Being over looked and talked about but rarely listened to.
Diving into a new thing and the pleasure of losing yourself to it until it is understood, absorbed, encompassed and complete.
Understanding myself. Finally.
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