the month before the fourth commemoration, today
hac protegor umbra: On our willingness to give we see the grasp and wave of hands be still with stars falling in between, so much for a lonely man who waits for another watershed to complete his destitution.
innervision: Those are meant to fall, or else our palms will be gazing at the ordinary ones and waving from below. Isn't misery not about loss, nor being washed out, but rather a matter of waiting? And the hope for the waiting to stop completes it accordingly?
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