When your lashes unlace to greet the light. Your body uncoils, unwrapping your flesh from her thread-count comfort. You discover reassurance. It's close to normal, this sacred breadth you've reclaimed as your own. You stretch, allowing your lungs to expand and release within the space of familiar. What's old is slowly new again. You are singular but not small. When brushing … Continue reading Soon
Christine Macdonald 