The poetry of tangents rolled off an ancient Latin tongue to get here. ‘Tangens, present participle of tangere to touch; perhaps akin to Old English thaccian, to touch gently’. I know so from Merriam whose last name is Webster. To touch gently. Like first rays of sun or fine mist of orange peel. Moments that softly graze our cheeks and are gone. Yes we travel the shining arc of our lives, blest by tangential things.

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