coming to the page - uncertain, free, even of expectations for words to appear. I know only that I will be met by an allowing space for their appearance. Or perhaps even this is an assumption. Until, in fact writing happens, until words fall through fingers to reach the page - there is only possibility. It's enough to find myself here.
maybe later I will claim an ownership to what is found.
even though I know better.
~
Peace,
Eric
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