...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
June 01, 2007
long nights in june to see things disappear the longer the friendship the loss the longer gone the more loss the more space for stillness the more stillness the more shrude
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