As a younger thing I fantasized tackling a Beloved from the path of a fast car, tumbling with the grateful other, becoming seen and loved and touched at once
Today in the shower I fantasized storming a coat market, after the cities collapse, and shouting til the crowd joined in, "One person, One Coat" and elbowing the security person hard in the nose before being surfed away by the joyful becoated mob - I saw no Beloved in that fantasy, but if they were there, they would have been impressed
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