As I Was Walking All Alone

(I saw two crows on my way back home) (Take a walk with me, perhaps?) Goose // he/him // 21 // PNW //

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“Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.”

-David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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The green, the green, she takes me unseen

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I’d forgotten, then, what it was to pray to God.

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Children playing with our bones

Will never know that these were once

As quick as foxes on the hill.

-Wallace Stevens, A Postcard from the Volcano

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And we ate our lunch and said our prayers—beneath the ruins of an old oratory.

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Views From My Grandmother’s Balcony

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These smoke blown sunsets

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All the blue in the world can’t stop me

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From Silver to Gold

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*minecraft grass noise*

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“And the rain falls, in the wrong year.”

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Watching a storm roll in from across and open field is the closest that I’ve come to God.

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Odd trepanation method?

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“Green they go”

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“Wolf mother, where have you been?”

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