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a cup of cool water and some simple bread and maybe we can agree. cold, smooth stones in a ceramic bowl. the sound of falling water. a cool breeze. maybe here we can find common ground. a friendly smile and a nod, sitting together across the low table, afraid to talk. peace floats between us, fragile and shy, afraid to be grasped. the table between us perched precariously on a precipice, the narrow strip of common ground. if you breathe or blink too forcefully, if you smile at the wrong time, talks break down. let us embrace, you and i, and put trepidation away. let us agree where we can, and ignore the slight and the sleight. peace talks between two world-weary souls. i will let me live, if you will let you. hello, friends. how are you? later. love. |
