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Love, love.
It deserves two.
Because it's beautiful what can unfold. Two joining - leaving the hermit
stage- getting blessed by the lessons learned from being alone.
Coming together. Black and white.
I get this. Marriage and choices.
Mirrors and joining.
(It's all existential, and I must apologize. I'm trying a theme and am bound by it - a discipline of my own making - imagine.)
I, myself, went into a box - a cell when I married. I became a married person and not a person. This was slow, and I could say I failed at it - but such lovely things.
I was a lover for a time - schnoopy and all that. My eyes were luminous, and I looked and was looked upon. I received healing and light. I had a glorious partner and thank the gods for that.
Choices.
I have many trepidations for my choice. Is it correct? But it's really a process of the fear of being alone, so I am doing what I fear the most - being alone.
I am always with Other, and this is not bad. It's me, and I can no more stop being a star than I can stop breathing (apparently, when you hold your breath and pass out, you breath again).
Lovers.
Love.
That's what you do, and never stop.
I love you.
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