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[onefellswoop]

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[citrinesupernova]

Seems I took up a talent for hitting multitudinous nodes of distress, that last string of messages.

Seems as well, and is as well, the case you’ve been forthright with myself, more than I’d have thought to ask.

What I mean here again’s my thanks for your offering. Speaking what you’ve known and what’s brushed by you.

I expect I didn’t say about Deforest, no. ‘Knowing’s a generous word for it; I’ve met the fucker at a distance, seen him in some action, but anything that rancid’s made for keeping clear of and aye I’ve been in a same proximity as him. Guessing he’s no knowledge of my self, and I’m pleased for it to keep that way, fucker’s got no right, nay.

Eh. Still, that’s closer knowing than anyone ought ask for, and I’ve no fault to you for feeling alarm. After everything stolen from you and what he’s done, can’t see how his spectre wouldn’t grow beneath the skin in ways difficult to guard against.

It’s how some of the direst ghosts a long lasting pains get started and attach theirselves, or that’s the way I think it, have seen it.

What’s gratitude for me is that my bringing about that name didn’t call you downward fully. And as much as a man’s own word can be believed, I’d say you’re right in trusting your Vevay. Won’t say I’ve never fucked up with anything, but in partnerships, aye, I take my care, guard any heart I’ve touched to with the caution I’d best grant my own, whether that care runs deep or shallow. There’s something to be said for defense, something to be said in keeping caution for the ones brought close. That’s a responsibility I take above all else.

Aye, see, line from a poet, American maybe, about responsibility’s in keeping the ability to respond. Means an exchange and recognition, means liveliness and keeping with awareness, not always draining inward, means a leaning into attentiveness. Responsibility of the self’s one thing, less thorned to track because its language is your own, known better to you than to any other. Responsibility external brings a work of moving pieces.

Fuck, my point, my fucking point, is I’ve made a point of taking care with others, and I mean to take care with yourself, as well. All the more with you, as you speak all the clearer to my heart, and I’d like to think your heart my own.

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Like or not, granted or not, I think it is. And I call my own heart yours, if you’ll have it.

Might be our trust springs from a source similar, mutual. Call it the font of the romantic. Call it what grows of adhering to the heart and heart’s care.

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There’s a word for that, as well. Older language, older form of English might be, hert hært or heorte something. Eh, fuck the finding of it, point is the phrase I’m fixing on is heart’s care, and point is I’ve got that fixed on you from my heart, and feel a mirror of it in yourself.

Point as well is I mean to be equal to any trust you care to give, and I’ve no cause to believe I can’t be that. I’ve my downfallings and errancies, that’s so, but lacking steadfastness’s not among em.