Jill has a body but it's a dream she's reckoned it's a fork in the road? a positive thing possibly . Trying to catch the objectivity of thing? trying to catch the objectivity of things.
it's that river flowing out of her head
A dream body not the quantity of dates .
What does that to do with philosophy and the daily heart ache of living. Plodding or breaking down the street your knees
the night the air
the non-traveller .
But you can't see between the eyes.
_________________ Now that's fiction as it's never been exposed. A bright gleam a shine a widdershin cloaked in bight and blight has borne the fafafafafffixed fortune