Reviewing the past in a sticky fog, the silence pungent with nostalgia, you asked if anything was real. My answer was a question. We did not know this moment would answer every riddle for years to come, including several moments later when you asked about the Oracle. I parted my lips to say, She told me… And the rest couldn’t be words because I was unsure ashamed timid Veils could obscure your vision then. You could not read my breath. And so it seemed I was silent. - kmC 5/29/2019 9:29 pm
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