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gentle Tact, care, the close awareness of who is near us in this somewhere as we think Beauty and observe one unknown until now, one discovered by the quiet accident of presence, the infinitely breakable, the one who is on our hands as we think Blessed and turn slowly, a modulation to the fingers and the sweet lips which whisper and caress and link in the careful pose of greeting, welcome to this enclosure, recognition as the one who is here and is spoken as we think Beloved. Enter davidhelwig.com » |
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