to be read to, to be sung to, to receive a dance on behalf of . . .
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
. . .
The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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