jaccottet's words cause me to want to lift my heavy body and move toward this kind of grace, each of my cells trembling as though in flight toward this kind of possibility, this way of being.
anything else i say might take away from.
how does the world offer such bounty in bird, in word, in love?
the grace of your photograph ... hurts.
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anything else i say might take away from.
how does the world offer such bounty in bird, in word, in love?
xo
erin
this hurts in a way, deep down in my chest...
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