Hope everybody had a great weekend! This is part of a short story I never finished (LOL).
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I find myself struggling: it’s a phase...
We’re driving through the desert of our early journey, and it is in the sands of my restless heart to which you make love. It’s the colors and tones within these barren passages that you court me, the reflection of the daylight between shadows, the dried parched terrain of this forbidden land -- dried mud and clay, your body now like a shimmering mirage of a long lost sacred garden.
I’m struggling between frustration and despair, and I want to fight, or run, or at the very least to resist. Slowly, painfully, I let the colors bleed. Mile after seemingly endless desert mile, with no horizon, I inch closer to the core of you -- the very mud and clay of the Earth. You took me down into the clay, through your own bared soul, and I saw you for the very first time in the desert of our early journey and fell in love with you -- again and again.
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