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When you're rearranging a room and it turns into a still from a David Lynch film.

"the skein
of my feelings['] tangled
colors
I cast my gaze forward
to unravel our past"

--an'ya

In a Persian Market.

"Im a big fan of shades of meaning that English no longer communicates. Old English had a distinction between feeling cold and being cold. If you felt cold, you’d say 'Mē is cald'—literally, (It) is cold to me. 'Ic eam cald' would be weird, describing yourself like a cold object." --@wylfcen

"Burden and blessing..."