Quietly, it came, to what end, I'm not certain. A preview, I'm not sure. One moment, I am with you. The next, sliding inexorably, to someplace else. A toe hold in this world, my body anchored here but love beckoned. Yet, love held me here.
I don't want to leave you. I'm not seeking permission to go.
I don't want to leave you. I'm not seeking permission to go.
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