"If there is freedom from injury available to creatures like us, it is here. Not in forgiveness, which keeps the offender in his throne and drapes the throne in white. Not in resentment, which keeps the offender in his throne and curses him from the floor. But in the slow, unspectacular act of building a self around a different centre, until the throne is empty and no one has noticed that no one is sitting in it." —@beyondthresholds via
"cow's horn"
otherwise
had it wended
shades absent
in the igloo
cover song
a wave sending
pale high walls
purview lunar
lost strongbox
a few old books
scholar's chase
& chess castle
blood traces
no pocket knife
someone else
has the story
"The moment we cease to hold each other..."
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