"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Monday, April 08, 2013
A moment.
Her hand rubbed the folds of my jeans between thumb and forefinger,
brushed lightly two or three times over the picture
of onion scapes on my shirt
ran her fingers through my beard
and after a pause looked me in the eye
and smiled.
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