Dear Angels

Dear Angels,

Nothing ever changes.

Dear Vicki,

That is the nature of love. It is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Vicki:But sometimes I feel so burdened.

You see the burdens so that they can fall away. Unseen you carry them mechanically. And incidentally, bore everyone to death. All puppets are boring and predictable.

Love will have the last word. And then silence will prevail. And in this silence you will dance at last.


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