Rigopoula. Aside from loving those few ( very tue) words I highlighted above, you do know I loved every word you wrote here.

I have a vision right now. You are standing in front of a huge white table. The table faces a window, the size of one wall. The sea beats up on rocks below the window, occasionally spitting salt water on the glass.

There you stand. Happy. Moving small pieces of paper around on the table. Thousands of bits of paper. Looking closer I see they contain either single letters or words. Written in black ink.

Oh you rascal. That is how you do it. That is how you craft your poems…😁🥰

Art.