Whap you over the head

Whap you over the head sometimes, or gossamer tickling. Everything is a tunnel, tunnels meeting. Everything meets tunnels, travels them. The wind is tunnels; the leaves flying off the trees are tunnels. Emotions, too. Books. Glances. Friends. All our relations.

:- Doug.

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