I hear the hinges creaking - as the wind blows my shutter - ever so lightly.

Tapping the side of my mind - until the window drops - shatters on the floor.

Exposing the remains of the termite's season of feasting - holes now exposed to accept the whole that can never be hole until all the shutters are broken - wide open and clear.

Winds of time clearing space for the new. .... "the silence of my smile" ringing loud in my quantum presence.

Your words taking me to another world - as always.

Amazing.

Thank you.

Thank you for being you.

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