Spooky moments. I thought of him and he appeared.
We talked of Turkish/Swedish/Russian Baths and subsequent cannibalistic terrors. An absolute Dearest and one who despite distance and time understands the Crushing Depression and a shared love of ridiculous Asshole remarks. I love him so, my darling Alien and we inevitably synchronistically see each other at transitional liminal interludes in our lives. In those too brief moments I am home.
Thank you Universe. Thank you for reminding me that relinquishing the square peg round hole dilemma was the right choice.
Desert Sessions - Crawl Home
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