my nose opens and closes, flinching like a bunnies while i let the water spill over the brims of my eyes.
the ending of that story is so perfect.
so heart rendingly perfect.
i can't handle the parts of stories that you already love, that you already know before youve finished the first sentence of the paragraph...
you force yourself to gulp the rest of the words down but they are mute...
they already exposed their fruit to you and now they lay open and exposed like a barren womb....
the new life writhing in your mind as you stare out the window...
and then its so difficult to read the passage out of Homer that follows....
imagining Odyssius reaching Penelope on the shore.
the great loves of the world are all connected...
the same two people...
man and woman...
being reborn again and again...
more human than any of us....
and we are all searching to be enfleshed...
that we might be born into the right time and that THIS time... one of the great lovers might inhabit our vessel...
that we might take part in a great story.
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