Forever Loved: Photini
Your life was astounding, but you knew all the answers. Your name meant “enlightened one,” but you wore it lightly.
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Your life was astounding, but you knew all the answers. Your name meant “enlightened one,” but you wore it lightly.
When you are full of light, you are not afraid to fall. When you are Photini, you are not afraid, full stop.
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
Bodies are despotic toddlers. While lovers and dreamers pluck harps about hearts, atria and ventricles are stubbornly physical. No volume of poetry can coax the body out of being so dang…bodily.
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.