August man, you charmed me differently. Mixed race, and a mixed face. Your eyes, they tell oh so many stories. Such protection, and what guardianship you keep over them! They charm even in their continuous squinting state. And that most saddest, most gracious smile... does things to the soul. You've touched me, I'm moved by your mere existence. Your voice and demeanor, your words, and your silences... There's endearment in your face and grace, and grace in the very space you take. It touched my inner wounds and I cracked a little. I am sorry for having moved you the same way, I don't mean for those encounters to have so much meaning, but occasionally, they do. Your pain and mine united for brief moments, and then there were comforting words, pleasant thoughts, and plenty more silences. I loved you in those. What Uncanny familiarity! There's mystery too, so many tales revealed through the pauses, and so much hidden within the words. We are indeed crazy, each in our own unique way, but we met on common grounds. A small world indeed.
I wish you well,
and I'm kept hungry for more...
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