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Mutely the chapel looked back at him across a car park glossed by rain. Its door was closed, and newly painted green; beside the door a green bay tree flourished like the wicked in the thirty-seventh psalm. An east wind blowing up the Alder moved the cold illuminated air, and the bay tree danced in its small black bed. The chapel did not dance. Its
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun.
Willa Sibert Cather • O Pioneers!
Flesh in a porcelain finish—because breaking apart was
only the first step.
Death: a thrift store mirror, cracked in all the bright places.
Roadkill. How it talks back.
Question : Are we there yet?
Feel the wind coming in fours.
Listen to the seasons galloping. The hunters dropping
quail mid-flight.
Kneel if you’ll take me, lips flushed past open.
Kneel any... See more
only the first step.
Death: a thrift store mirror, cracked in all the bright places.
Roadkill. How it talks back.
Question : Are we there yet?
Feel the wind coming in fours.
Listen to the seasons galloping. The hunters dropping
quail mid-flight.
Kneel if you’ll take me, lips flushed past open.
Kneel any... See more
Notes for the Newly Winged
They say it was a quiet quick death while he was sleeping. I found out two years after. Nobody told me. Nobody knew they should.’
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
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