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Shoulders.

surplus pleasure · in the book-hoard echoing
no plan unfurls · for the bleakest future
cyclone centuries · dark & bloody ground

in the war of kids & cancer
you're cheering for cancer

" 'I bought a couple of them later,’ she told the New Yorker writer Geoffrey T. Hellman in 1948, ‘and grew to despise them. They were cowardly, stupid, disloyal, and full of self-pity, and they kept running away'."

"The witch-walk is a navigation of thresholds. We know the power in thin moment between farmed field and feral edge. Know the delicious magical tension between blue sky and the bruising of oncoming storm clouds. The brink is an engine to us. – #EmilyBanting, 1982" --@hooklandguide

Archilochos 79.