Your: “I love you.” is persistent and insistent this morning. Almost angry… breaking in.
I answer: God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God. God… silently for minutes… a question, an answer, gratitude and longing, despair and hope…
Where would I be without You?
Where are the limits? My head? My heart? My body? I assume I am my own limitation.
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