63: One and Many

you are one, maybe one of many There never were many of us not as the waves or as the gulls but no one else can give your imagination, your life— We were as the fresh streams the clear days, the joys of being together if only I knew you better— not only that you are the one to read this But we can’t go back an island people without our island but that you are the kind of person whom I could trust where the pain of being a human being was each one’s pain alone then I would write this for you as no one else could.

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