It is sort of odd (or maybe I am just sort of dense) that I never knew you read. Every single entry. Both blogs.
I should curse you, because that was like cheating.
But I never asked.
You never lied.
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I am reminded of last Sunday's sermon. Sins of omission.
The Sin of Omission. Indecently, one of my favorite pieces.
It isn't the thing you do (my) dear, it is the thing you leave undone....
(that gives you a bit of heartache, at the setting of the sun.)
It still surprises me that I would quote that at the age of eleven.
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Was that a free pass to getting to know me? Maybe.
Did it change how you would have reacted to every word, phrase, fragment, line or insight?
I don't want to know.
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What I do know is that with you, nothing ever goes unnoticed. Nothing is unheard. Nothing in un-thought of.
You are there. Every moment.
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What am I going to do with you?
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