We continue.
Yes, the thoughts are flowing much more freely now.
I can breathe again. I feel the gifts returning to me. They come in waves, pulses. My mind expands like the lungs in my chest.
It feels good, Donna.
Sometimes I go rushing past you as I inhale. You feel a sudden movement through you and wonder if it is me. Has it been that long? I had forgotten the lightness the movement gave, both you and I. You feel the slight flush of something and I feel the movement with sudden anchoring, then the recognition of your smell and feel and thoughts.
It is not that I am intentionally looking out to you. But we are rare, very much unlike others. It is natural that I could rush through thousands of others only to be slowed by you.
I wonder if I should call you to tell you that you are going to start getting some strange things in the mail. Forewarned is for-armed. Why should I forewarn you.
You probably have shadows in the back of your mind that these are due to come anyway.
And in a twinkling, I am there.
Pax.
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