I didn't know I could miss texture, swimming a pool of love. Caressing of like spirits and becoming undone.
I didn't know I could miss character, authentic soul fit, seeing through another's eyes, and discovering simpler things.
I didn't know I could miss spaces, even on an empty street. The right place, the right time, and the pauses in between.
LKA
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LKA (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2023 04:00
- Category: Love
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And the pauses in between. What a satisfying ending , I imagine you know that when Miles popularized Modal Jazz with the greatest album in jazz history, Kind of Blue, he always said “it was the pauses inbetween” that created the magic.
Thank you very much! I didn't know. I love that, and agree!
Brilliant!
Much appreciated 🙏
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