Words will only ever gift glimpses of someone… in that instance.
The time they wrote them, then time they are read. The reader’s own flows of life impacting how the words hit.
Infinite facets of possible lights in each part. Read again at a different time gifts another layer of meaning.
What makes it so fun.
I know that there is a never ending depth to us all.
I love being able to witness your glimpses.
Ditto on the love. Thanks for shining your light so bright.
Thank you for being you xx