The Salty Skin of Our Eternal Youth

Words and Image by Megan Costello

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All the music that is you 

I see best eyes closed 

It's always there and sometimes I touch it

But only for a moment

And when I'm in that alive place 

My hand is free to become wind 

And it lifts and falls and lifts again...

...How good it feels to be a bird with you