. some hedges are higher than others. i wrote . a thing so private, so intense .

. simple , complex. no one will see it . note your achievements to date.

.hell no. i cannot think of it every day, nor have regrets.

.his life is different to yours. i have discussed it fully, yet it will remain confidential.

. he is still alseep and will remain so a while.

hers is the portrait, a girl. cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.

ledge, dead moths stretched out in all their softness, stunned by light.

torn curtains stir memories, indicate a private place to weave and mend a dream.

some hedges are higher.