1 I had a thing about sensation. It was small, dedicated, working its way in to me. I was reminded of a bee burrowing into the smooth cone of a flower, how it wags its bottom in the air— funny. 2 I had a thing about love. Love was lying nose to skin. It was mutual agreement to a node by node release of attention— an operation infinite in principle.
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