11 January 2017 @ 01:48 pm
"what god was it that would open earth's picture book and see the two of us on a road, snowfields glittering on every side and poplars bent like the fingers of an old man clutching what he loved about the sun? which of the many who came then, gleaming and rimed in hard sunlight? what did we have that any god would want? quick, if you can find it, hide it."
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