Outward forms? always working toward the light

Stairs leading into the light

Late walk in winter

At the end of love there’s love
I hope it’s true

I care when I’m bleeding
otherwise I don’t

what we have is what we have
a late walk in winter

(From my notebook.)

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“Stairs into the light” / photograph by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash.com