There is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way
is not a way but a place.
Wendell Berry
She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for a Gomar to want. It is not for a Gomar to feel. She satisfies you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. These are memoirs of another kind.
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