pretty begonia
August 2012
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“My bones whisper to my blood; my sleep deceives me.
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I’m ready to be alive…” —Theodore Roethke, from “In the Lap of a Dream” in Straw for the Fire (via litverve)
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I’m ready to be alive…” —Theodore Roethke, from “In the Lap of a Dream” in Straw for the Fire (via litverve)
