you said ... if i spit on all my knots they will never come loose, and you showed me how, your brown hands and muscular wrists, artful and limber, precise, in every stronghold.
i said ... it's a lot like tying jewelry, as i shadowed your movements, my own delicate hands and beaded wrists, fly-tying and spitting to catch a firm hold, in order to pull gems from the shimmering lake.
... he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, so he wets the knots.
In fishing we wet the knots we tie, and when we were detaining people back in the war, we would wet the ties that bound them, the more they dried, the more they wished to talk to us. A tight knot must be wet. first.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
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