All human relations, no matter
their nature, have gaps in them.
Gaps and holes and thick mist,
drawbridges raised, portcullises
dropped, and moats surrounding
keeps and their secrets. Yet there
are also those dark woodlands
on the fringes and vales, with no
paths through them; recognized
to exist, yet the shared years never
take them under the obscuring
foliage. What lies there not hidden
but never to be explored, by
mutual consent ignored.
16.-25.07.2024
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