Sun String

A piece for each.

A worn string hangs

Warm

Two ends bound

Overlapped at the critical point

keeping them there

making them what

they are

Sit in the sun. Until you can no longer imagine yourself as two pieces. Divided in or by whatever way finds you.

Trace yourself to the connecting point. What binds you in balance?

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