… in the new buds and the end of Death that was only the sleep of Earth and her uncountable supernovas and nebulas, singing the song of rebirth in the cosmos.
… in the new buds, and the end of Death that was only the sleep of Earth, and her uncountable supernovas and nebulas, singing the song of rebirth in the cosmos.
Whatever Life We Choose
The water is as still as I've ever seen it on the point and everything is uncharacteristically quiet. The gulls and the mallards fly lazily about, and thirty minutes of intoxicating solitude passed before I saw the...