back on track

I’m returning to schedule for my weekly Twitterfic Thursday. Here is today’s offering:

Your pain blurs your eyes with chiaroscuro patterns, and I watch, entranced at the truth it reveals. Your mouth becomes an O of revelation.

Not much else to add: it’s a beautiful day in the West of Ireland, which is a lovely change from yesterday’s magnificent downpour. I thought I’d been phase-shifted to India during the Monsoon season, but without the heat and insects.

This is far more like the beginning of an Irish summer. Tomorrow is May 1st, after all.

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