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The taste of a papaya, an apple—who could imagine these things?
The feeling of skin on skin, in affection, in healing, in sex?
The entire nervous system attuned to everything, when a sudden rain arrives and washes you clean?
This is the true baptism: the very sky opening up and pouring down upon you, liquid grace.
If you aren’t feeling this: why not?
The feeling of skin on skin, in affection, in healing, in sex?
The entire nervous system attuned to everything, when a sudden rain arrives and washes you clean?
This is the true baptism: the very sky opening up and pouring down upon you, liquid grace.
If you aren’t feeling this: why not?
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