Kindness like an orchard that, with cultivation, bears sweet succulent fruit year after year, peaches with the sun in their hearts.
Quivering, gentle, strong, we are flames in the wind, precious, too easily extinguished.
Sensitivity, oh, complex, nuanced response to the world, and fragility, what I rest my being on. Moments of feeling vulnerable, and fragile, it's exquisite, open with gentle reverence for the self.
I am passionate about honesty, and believe the truth frees you.
Laughter, silliness, mutual respect, enjoying joy in each other.
Love cannot be an illusion.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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