If you were to look back through a hole at your life, if it were like a kaleidoscope when held to the light, the days would fold in on themselves and combine, and collapse to form a frame called “your life.” In the morning how quiet the streets on a Saturday, an amphitheater of birdsong […]

via Winter’s playground is closed for the season — William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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