An inherited rosary kept in a cedar drawer, the beads worn smooth by hands you never met. The deeper rooms are ocean: intimacies that feel like merging, shared resources that move by tide, transformations that arrive in dreams. Trouble shows up when dissolving where a clear self was needed. Build a shoreline. Let one person outside help you read the contracts and the boundaries. Take witnesses. Your relationship to the threshold is most alive when the softness has a vessel. What this carries is the real ocean. Let the body that crosses it stay particular.
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