I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be nothing but sadness, war, heartbreak. You never saw it, but there’s a garden inside me.
I’m so confused it almost feels calm. - Shane Jones
I’m so confused it almost feels calm.
- Shane Jones
They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off th… - Shane Jones
They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off th…
I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be noth… - Shane Jones
I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be noth…
I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by … - Shane Jones
I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by …
I’m always surprised when writers say they don’t believe in a god or religion but they believe in creating a world on two hundred pages using symbols… - Shane Jones
I’m always surprised when writers say they don’t believe in a god or religion but they believe in creating a world on two hundred pages using symbols…
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