. some hedges are higher than others. i wrote . a thing so private, so intense .
. simple , complex. no one will see it . note your achievements to date.
.hell no. i cannot think of it every day, nor have regrets.
.his life is different to yours. i have discussed it fully, yet it will remain confidential.
. he is still alseep and will remain so a while.
hers is the portrait, a girl. cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.
ledge, dead moths stretched out in all their softness, stunned by light.
torn curtains stir memories, indicate a private place to weave and mend a dream.
some hedges are higher.
reubenwoolley 