JDP
Written By Avery Rist
Eyes like rain on pavement sometimes blue sometimes gray but always bright and kind and stone-heavy with the suffering earth tobacco cabernet cathedrals microcosm of pain in a pipe incense to battle the insensate we’re embodied creatures, aren’t we? earthworms flounder after storms nous sommes trop petits pour les orages 1 yet through smoke mist tears meets the Spirit in all and rain-eyes grasp Grace.
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We are too small for angry storms
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