combing love

To be open with you, dear friend, this meeting is magical, this meeting with you is very magical to me. Truth has finally shared herself  and I am  already sated with the limitation of my own survival skills.  Everything I have so far acquired has melted away like salt in a warm water.  I can now stand in the storm or walk through a tornado without a protection, I can walk in the torrential rain without the raincoat. Yes. I can now relax and do nothing other than kneading light into your bones, combing love into your hair.



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