It's been a while.
Sad thoughts embrace sadder ones. Even the sadder ones melt into the whiteness of rustling newspapers. Life is a Zimmerman.
I abhor the idea of words.
"Because I do not hope to turn;
Because I do not hope,
Because I do not hope to turn."
Suffer me not to be separated, and let my cry come into thee.
2 comments:
Not all flights give warnings...
They always do.
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