Love Beyond Words
Danna Colman
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Passage from an unsent letter, from one writer/lover to a writer/beloved:

“Hesitation begins with you…and the ‘he.’ My heart is less muscle, more clock. Thought of you lets me flourish and wither; as a cut rose at its last drop of water in the vase. Beauty. Conceived, grown, nourished, passed by, appreciated for a few seconds, left to fertilize the dry soil of memory. Did we? Did we ever? Hush. Please, still the vibration. It matters not. Only what exists for all of time will create us as we cut and cut, heal, thrive and accept more air. My love. You love. And, that? That is equal.”

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