Everything
just as it is,
as it is,
as is.
Flowers in bloom.
Nothing to add.

- Robert Aitken, Roshi, As it Is

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The suspect says something strange.

I raise my head to look straight in your eyes. You're doing the same. They meet and we stare at each other for a long time. A pretty long time. I have to admit to myself that our glances are always long and full of meanings. I never share that kind of gaze with someone else and I never had. It's a thing that happens just between you and me.

It's precious: more than words, because I can read in it everything I want.

It's our secret.

It's our moment.