This morning, with her, having coffee.– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
Her head was light, from all the clouds she had inhaled her thoughts trailed helplessly behind her as though dislocated refusing to be imprisoned by the physical self their abstractions and ephemeralities declining the hand of articulacy she spoke to me only with silence.
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