Call and Respond 11:11

I'm pleased for the flush. The words. The the the, I cannot find the words. Please be kindly. Eased from the blush: If you can't find the words,

settle for songs of birds. Lead me, blindly.

In this distance, I will hold you close.

(c) Holly Lee Philipson & Brent Harpur,

April 2020.

"When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking.

I feel I am in prison.

I feel I lose my fire and my colour.

It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing."

Anais Nin