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  • Sometimes I think that the problem with our relationships is that they are so damned dry! We keep our distance, at most offering dry hands to grasp and shake other dry hands. Pats on the back, perhaps. Even those greetings where we pretend to kiss the other's cheek but never have contact between their skin and our actual lips. Lips, like nipples, are designed for wet contact, but are to be used only for yammering, for flapping the arid breeze. Let alone the zones beyond the dry epidermis that we inhabit! Yes, everything we need to live has to be taken in wetly. This is what we aren't permitted, and so we are emotionally dehydrated, like clay pots in the desert sun, half full, half empty.
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