Monday, November 26, 2012

Thank you, dear friend...

I wise friend once wrote:
When you changed, I was not surprised. I was surprised at how little I had changed in the interim. A hard cog refusing to yield to the fluid nature of blood, and steam, and other like things. And so with time, you rounded out my hard edges; made a path of least resistance to call home. Thank you for making a water mill of my heart, a cracked dam of my stubborn mind, a river rushing to the open arms of your ocean. I am changed, a stone worn through with the persistent drip of your presence.
...and I owe her a debt of gratitude and honor her words today.

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