Nuances
Now I really have to go, it’s bedtime. Early morning-bedtime. Infinitely missing you.
I came back from my late-night journey because I didn’t pass the witches’ test, and now they’ve confiscated my broomstick. Isn’t that wild?
I was thinking of you…Infinite...
I’ve just seen the ‘Bright morning’. How do you sense that I am awake? Or is it the browser rearranging the posts? Infinite Love.
I am embarking on my nighttime journey. We’ll ‘talk’ tomorrow. Infinite Love and many other things too sacred and intimate to be written down.