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Splashdown.

“The most tragic form of loss isn't the loss of security; it's the loss of the capacity to imagine that things could be different.”
― Ernst Bloch via @jacobwren.bsky.social

How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best.

narrow road to the north
no shoulder sharply
announce chagrin
pull on pale cerulean

say we are sore pent
past serious
broken trees line the brooding
color of the cold sky

breathe cairnstuff

Constance Garnett. (via @olgaz.bsky.social)