83. Shedding Schrödinger’s Skin

I am an unbroken egg. Smooth. Brown. Round. Full of life.

Needing no compass, he glides one finger like a skier on familiar terrain.

Pulls my hips and nestles, heavily armed, protective.

We want to remember,

We want to forget.

For today, while I sleep, one of us will leave.

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