Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It melts the sea in her eyesss.(f… - Katherine Catmull
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It melts the sea in her eyesss.(f…
- Katherine Catmull
We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do. - Katherine Catmull
We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do.
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't … - Katherine Catmull
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't …
Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. - Katherine Catmull
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even thoug… - Katherine Catmull
A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even thoug…
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