He regarded the world-objects right in front of his face-as if from a great distance. For when he moved on the earth he also moved in other realms. In certain seasons, in certain shades, memories alighted on him like sharp-taloned birds: a head turning in the foliage, lantern light flaring in a room.
The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us, who refuse, who are too weak or too … - Amanda Coplin
The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us, who refuse, who are too weak or too …
- Amanda Coplin
You belong to the earth and the earth is hard. - Amanda Coplin
You belong to the earth and the earth is hard.
He regarded the world-objects right in front of his face-as if from a great distance. For when he moved on the earth he also moved in other realms. I… - Amanda Coplin
He regarded the world-objects right in front of his face-as if from a great distance. For when he moved on the earth he also moved in other realms. I…
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