Love needs an object. It was love at first sight. Not only did I know, in that deep knowing that’s nothing to do with knowledge, it was as if it was already a fait acompli. Journey’s End.
You have to take good loving tender care of the things that do your dishes for you, for they are worth more than rubies.
That moment, seduction, energy of dodging waves surrendered to sublime liberation, of wet feet. Salt ring marks of one who has jumped in with both feet, risking the pull-plunge of waves.
There is a monument to Captain George Duff in St Paul's Cathedral in London. He loved his wife. How many monumentees could truthfully say that I wonder?