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Echos 🌈.

“Destruction was my Beatrice.”

—Stéphane Mallarmé, in a letter to Eugène Lefébure (via @dreamsofbeing_ )

Rainbows + waterfalls.

   “The Storm

I thought of you when I was wakened
   By a wind that made me glad and afraid
Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea
   That the great trees made.

One thought in my mind went over and over
   While the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned–
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
   You were the wind.”

–Sara Teasdale

The Man from Planet Riz(z)q.