I love the gentle viscous
flow of the blueberry ink
across the page with a
squirrel tail Sumi brush.
And the staccato, grainy
feel of the Applewood cinders
mulled so small for the crow
quill pen to scratch out words.
But the greatest joy comes from
writing life with you across the
wrinkles of our aging skin and in
the chambers of our hearts.
As if in stone.
As if forever.
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