My Lover Feeds Me Dried Apricots

[espiritudemente]

It's one of those moments again when you're wishing for the perfect tune but don't know that one really exists. That's okay, the silence is humbling. And the whoosh of passing cars from the end of rush hour is almost like a soothing ocean wave that keeps rolling past my windows

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[totheliving]

Those are the best times, when we're receptive to those types of connections, and open to life.