Imagine that all of this, all of today, yesterday, all of life, that early conversation, the sunshine and that long breakfast outside by the lavender; imagine that it's all a daydream. When we wake up, who are we?
All endings are beginnings; all beginnings are opportunities. All complexities, all the tangled things, require the finding of a single, simple thread. And let us begin - we have begun - with that simple thread. You've found the number; I'm making the phonecall. The slow morning, product of the long evening, gave us the conversation and today's first beginning.
Clarity, simplicity, answers without questions. We came here, didn't we, because this was our destination? Our end and our beginning? The birds fly out from the cliffs and back to their young. The spray from the breakers catches on the wind. There is salt on the air, and distance.
Thank you, my sister, for your clarity.
All endings are beginnings; all beginnings are opportunities. All complexities, all the tangled things, require the finding of a single, simple thread. And let us begin - we have begun - with that simple thread. You've found the number; I'm making the phonecall. The slow morning, product of the long evening, gave us the conversation and today's first beginning.
Clarity, simplicity, answers without questions. We came here, didn't we, because this was our destination? Our end and our beginning? The birds fly out from the cliffs and back to their young. The spray from the breakers catches on the wind. There is salt on the air, and distance.
Thank you, my sister, for your clarity.
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