"Even in your brief and minor demise, my mental image of you is running, elegantly and lithely, through the meadows light as air and swift as billowing silk."
... this was an email from a coworker, after i reminded him i was incapacitated by crutches. so in case you haven't seen me run, please know it looks EXACTLY like he described.... i can't wait to elegantly and lithely run through the local meadows- watch for the billowing silk.
still not even sure what's going on here :) but obvi you are billowing silk.
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