Ours was a grand and glorious love affair. The fabric of clichés — the pattern from which clichés became threadbare. It began with a toe. Or maybe it ended with a toe. Somewhere in the affair was the incident of the toe in the night. And if you have never heard the phrase Our love is deeper than the cut that severs a toe, perhaps you have never known how exquisitely inexplicable these compulsions of devotion are.
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That is incredible Jess. What a synchronicity. I promise didn’t read this before I wrote ‘two diplomatic encounters’. These kind of things happen all the time. Your piece is exquisite.