Wings not yet dry

In writing I say I collect my thoughts. And so I do. Likewise in conversation we both collect the thoughts of the other one and maybe our Third as well. Then again some of it might be thinking (kicking), not thoughts (buried). Thinking is wings not yet dry from the broken-open chrysalis. In writing I pin the butterfly to the paper as it comes out. Usually, later I rearrange the butterflies. In conversation, the butterflies touch us, leave traces.

:- Doug.

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