Once upon a time I fell into adoration of a woman of purposeful long distance. She sent to me her love, I mailed to her the first version of my printed poetry book. I included within this dried flowers, a lock of my hair as DNA proof of my existence, and I allowed a few tears from my soul to fall onto the final page and run which I outlined and described in yet more prose. Subsequently, appropriately she learned to abhor me, but for a moment in time although we never met, never spoke beyond IM’s, within this universe we belonged to one and another. This photo is one of my greatest treasures.
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