Friday, 25 April 2014

Star-nosed mole, blind as a bat.

I'll keep searching, no doubt. What do you do when there is an all-important question, and the answers mock the fingertips that attempt to grasp them?

Years, decades (if I'm that lucky). If not, my words will search for you from this and other places.

I hope they find you well, my love.

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