Guest guest Posted September 27, 2004 Report Share Posted September 27, 2004 she is on a boat. there are gale winds. sea water is spraying everywhere by the ton. visiblity is near zero. yet she strains to see ahead. "where are you, where are you" she whispers. she can hardly hear her own iner voice. then there is calm. the sea is brite and happy. everything is fine. then, the winds, again. all this is part of the coming and going. that yearning, that is all that is constant. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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