Today as Cocteau said of Nijinsky, I feel as though everything in me is made to be seen at a distance. Today, come too close, and stubbornly, mimosa-like, my leaves will fold.

Today there are limits to where you may step, to what you may say, to all I wish to hear.

Today, as Gibran counseled, there must be spaces in togetherness.

Today, keep at some distance:

distance that lends, if not enchantment, at least, its own brand of enhancement.

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