This morning I’m enchanted with eyes opening and closing, with the depth and texture in eyeball and eyelid, the meeting and departure – relationship. 

I’m with these words of Anne Lamott:

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Fog slides over the ridge like an eyelid

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