Sunday, January 15, 2017
15 january
Oh well -- and then it was too deep. Weep for the rain and quiet for the snow: sun takes its own good time while the rest of us rise and fall in our separate seasons. No reason to imagine otherwise than what is real, but no living without wonder -- no dream -- both holes poked in the dark cloth of expectation -- bright enough to shine through like stars and lead us to temptation.
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