Slowly, as waves recede, my expanding spirit shrinks back into earthly dimensions—not voluntarily, because I would prefer to lose myself, but I am pulled from below, back to myself, into myself, so that for just one momen I am on the couch again, fitting the finges of my awareness into the glove of my flesh.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

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