{...}
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
- Margaret Atwood -
10 October 2008
The moment
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2 comments:
i shall increase my level of stalking on you since you are planning to get on that plane on sunday morning without telling me.
Aww, I'm going to miss your kitty-face!!!!
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