This touch changes all….

It is not about remembering where I was a week or two ago, but going where I need to go today, this moment. Friend, you are where I need to go. You seek my flesh and my flash. Why? For loving, for meeting, for living. We touch. This is the meaning of each by the other. What kind of world do we dare enact? One in which our breath on the gossamer is felt.

This touch changes all.

:- Doug.

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