the eons spread out behind you, culminating in this, here, right now. This is not the trajectory of just my life, but that of all lives, all breezes, all seasons, so that I may sit, here, alone, waiting for the rain. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
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