I could touch the empty space more present than fullness itself. It’s a misleading word, empty. Makes you think nothing is there. But more is there. More than fullness. More than the morning coffee that fills the mug and the lilting voice that fills a conversation. More than the dream, herself, that fills a baggy tee shirt … Continue reading To Touch the Empty Space
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