And then over and over and over again in this moment
I am gifted with this breath
This fragrance so subtly sweet
This (feel)
This (sound) of (bird)
This ray of sunshine rising over the hill setting over the field
This terrible news
This sorrow
This kindness
This laughter
This shoulder to lean on
This I love you in the ear
This thought of how could I make up anything greater then this already...
.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
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