Of rainstorms and rooks and broken clocks: 13th March 2019

Wednesday, 13 March 2019

13th March 2019

Today has been filled with the kind of skies in which rook exalt, throwing ragged silhouettes upon the wind. Ecstatic heraldry. 

Breathe deep, if you can. 

Things are not all right. Nor will they be.

But there are signals of joy.

Like a bush that burns in the wilderness.

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cloudgathererholdmedown13 March 2019 at 19:42
always signals of joy

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Unknown19 March 2019 at 21:51
Incredible.
In a few sentences , you transport me to another world.
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Of rainstorms and rooks and broken clocks

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Wednesday, 13 March 2019

13th March 2019

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