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we never remember each other the same way
the separation of sex and soul
digging holes in the sand at high tide
marking places in "pencil"

reminders of summertime
memories and tangible qualities
body and soul, not one and the same. not always united. not always present together.
conjunctions and disjunctions. i don't know what i want.
i need to backtrack. just a bit.
pause.
rewind.
play.
copy/paste -> present.

- jenny