Sunlight on the damp ground: a shoe for the sky his words tried on but their tiny feet were too small. They could not fill it. A doorway which led through the walls of the earth on which the words beat and pounded until their little fists bled, calling to be let in. None of their keys would fit. He sometimes had to admit defeat. The sense of his life lay in the tension of his lines. He was a sort of fisherman. Some fish fought and got away, others he threw back. She loved his dark waters, his black moods. She loved his short fingers and the way he drew up into a ball when he slept. She knew she could never be a shoe for the sky or a doorway to the earth. She was the fish he caught and kept.Birth sign: Libra
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