Your arms were around my shoulders

Dear Erin,

Agnes taught me that love has infinite variety. Meeting you awakened a romance in me that removed scales from my eyes and expectations from my heart. As I stepped aboard the aeroplane that was my first transport, I noticed that I was still inside the experience of you quietly inhabiting the space of the Apiary we’d recently shared, and that melted the fierce icicles that had me hedgehogged and prickly. Like water, I was ready to take on the magnificent hues abundant in the country I determined to bid adieu. I was pierced by beauty every day, but I didn’t long for love, because I found it often — reflected in some detail I encountered. Here is the story of this swelling, in moments.

Bianca Winter
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