There will always be heartbreak in becoming, in not knowing what sort of summer lies before you, what life, what sort of sorrow you will affix to others as to stems of grass in the morning light.
As we in desiring change are welded to ourselves more and more deeply, and grow away from that vast origin, let us believe in what unknows our boundaries and our mortars, in what pulls down on our crumbling walls, in what calls us home.
As we in desiring change are welded to ourselves more and more deeply, and grow away from that vast origin, let us believe in what unknows our boundaries and our mortars, in what pulls down on our crumbling walls, in what calls us home.
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