Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you're living them.
She believed she must now submit to feel that another lesson, in the art of knowing our own nothingness beyond our own circle.
It's just you and me.
It is the eyes and look.
This is true communion.
This is more significant.
It's like you're my mirror,
My mirror staring back at me.
I couldn't get any bigger,
With anyone else beside me.