We have a conversation about our values. How do we feel about them, about each other? If we had morals, what would they be? We have three hours to decide and then what? Then we know. You come in late and I ask you which side you are on. You have delicate lips and when you speak, the truth comes out. Out it comes, from your mouth to my ears. It journeys easily, it’s done so before. You pick words from a low orchard of trees you have nearby. And only the ripest most seasoned apposite ones you will taste.
March 1, 2010 by Gemma Seltzer
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