Dear Universe, Please send me an uncomplicated lover. Thanks, Wendy.
still processing. still eventful. still full under the surface.
i need some sort-of refuge. like a garden that smells of honeysuckles, or an uncomplicated lover, or night after night of skinny-dipping. some time or place where it is lovely to be a human being, lovely that i don't know what i'm doing, lovely that i forget my own strength.
some place where i am not restless.
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