To be in love again. To love my own self in the world without self-consciousness. I am who I am. To languish in the nascent, soft leaves of spring and let the laugh lines embrace the corners of my eyes. To stop all words and revel in the light of the body's own language.
I stomp my foot and feel the impact echo deep in the muscles of my leg. It is a kind of ecstasy. I swim, holding my breath tight and low in my lungs - delighting in the autonomic nervous system's insistent call. Urgency of cells, veins, bones, joints. Vast demanding desire of the mind. I touch my fingers to my lips, pondering the softness, firmness, fullness.
I turn and look. There is always something lingering just out of sight. A spirit of spring, a vernal coquette - blithe, fleeting, and bright. I blink my eyes against the radiance of the sun. I am dazzled and blind. I am bound to stumble. I transcend the fall.
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Eve! Sweet Eve! I happened to be going to a website that started with similar letters and firefox reminded me of your blog, I decided to check it after several months, and here you are, writing again! I just wanted to send you loads of encouragement to keep it up, it is a great and brave thing to do, articulate one's thoughts and cast them out into the world.
Sorry I missed you on Monday, but please let's see each other soon!
xoxoxoxox
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