As I look through this old archive, all the poetry written to and for San, I laugh a little.
It is all here, the beginning but also the end. A note from Magdalena fearing his email is erased. The same question: is it enough? The same answer by turns: Yes. No. Yes. No. Whether it ends on a yes or a no, it is the same daisy.
And interwoven, ah, my archangel, you as well. But yes, yes. Perhaps that is why this ease.
As ever, I would have it all.