Dear Lightness,
I was going to write to Weight but I decided to write to you instead. You are present in the room tonight. In rectangular strips outlining the paths of the swings overhead. As a feather, as a breath, a balloon. It is winter, but spring is in the air.
Audra Wolowiec
(Text via The New York Times)
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2 Kommentare:
Da will man am liebsten gleich durchspazieren :-)
Ich bin durchgerstapft, der Liebllingsmensch ist wie verrückt darübergetanzst ;O...
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