September 29, 1995
Things, well, if they could always be where they are right now, I would stay here forever. But I don’t think that will be. It’s a long road ahead. So long that it will still be going on after me, during me, and how long a road it’s been before now I don’t know.
Something has opened me up. I find I was full of yellow butterflies, now all tossing about and around me, covering their flapping wings over my body.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat.
So I did sit and eat.
So I did sit and eat.
-George Herbert
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