Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Time & the mastermind of weather.

February 1, 2017

 

Oh, February. 

 

It's like standing on the threshold of a dark corridor, candle stub in your hand, one match, and knowing that candle will get you, unharmed, to the other side, into the garden you already know is there.

 

But that one match.

 

And nowhere to strike it.

 

 

 

 

 

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