Evolution Defeated
We dance and touch within stone walls, enclosed in this cave of soft light and hard drinks. Every touch is new and ancient – happening now, fed through the centuries by touches of ancestors in caves not much different to this. So…This is what it’s always been like.
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Hours later, he insists: “Would you write about me?”
Darling, of course I would … but you’ve got me tongue-tied.
new and ancient feelings within stone walls, beautiful; it sounds like a victory to me; was it?
definitely :)