An Accounting and Reclaiming
It was summer and we were in a heatwave and there was push and pull and back and forth and neither of us knew what we were in for. He said yes then no then yes again, and I stood witness, allowing the unfolding instead of directing, managing, forcing. Allowing what was to be to be and so it is.
The walls stayed up even as they caved in. There was fire,…
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