The slow unwinding of a skein. New colors, patterns, textures to find. Will there ever come an end of the unraveling? Will we come to an end and then….nothing?
Or, if there is an end, looking behind, we find not a jumble of ribbons gathered, but a weaving of love and learning.
Finding out about someone is a wonderful process, an unraveling à deux.
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i don't think i have ever understood the concept of eternity except for thinking, how can this end.
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