The name,
The writing,
The voice...
They are there.
The face...
The body...
Are not.
Wanting to see the hands that do the writing
Wanting to see the mouth that the voice comes from
The mystery,
The wonder,
The thrill of not seeing the physical...
The thrill of reading, of hearing the emotions
Knowing the true self.
I hope that the mystery and the wonder never end.
Some of it will,
Yet whatever the future holds
Please do not let the physical self get in the way of the true, honest self....
Written: December 1, 1995
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