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The Trees Do Sing
Bare branches against the stars, and other moments of beauty.
The Trees Do Sing
Even the rocks will cry out.
"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."- Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via leakk)(via leopoldgursky)
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"To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope."- Anne Carson, Eros: The Bittersweet (via litverve)(via leopoldgursky)
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