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To Simon Peter
How do I begin?
Heave my heart into my mouth
wrestle it to paper?
Can I gild these words so the joy of you shimmers?
Your handwriting on a page -
an illuminated manuscript -
has always brought me glee.
I must begin with you.
The farthest stars can still shine brightest.
My delight of you ripples forwards (anticipation)
and backwards (jeweled memory),
you are the shift in all these seas.
With love, Elizabeth
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