The old woman tilted her head like a cat who had just heard cellophane crinkle. It was almost as if she could hear something that I could not. “I would rather not speak at all than to speak words doomed to immanent ignorance,” she croaked. I had hardly begun my reply when, after following the…
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Natalie Turri
My Beloved Waits
My beloved waits. She fills her days with humble tasks. When I look at her I see myself–my eyes, my thoughts, my cry, my laugh. Before I knew her I was but half, yet convinced that I was whole. “Now that I know you, I realize it’s you I’ve longed to hold.” Together we will…