Dying

 -Edes arany csillagom,

 The great human family can live in peace?
...and what will it look like... Every day seems now like a resurrection and a dying to me. Today I am sleeping in all but the flesh. At peace. Unsated still.

We both know it sweetheart...our little girl does not write the kind of things that can be replied to. She stirs the cauldron too deeply .... like Cerridwen. Her answers are questions. One answers in kind and goes under. It is pure provocation. Wendy used to threaten suicide with such regularity when she was plastered that after a while you would have been amazed had she done it.

Indigo
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