only just begun reading just kids (patti smith, 2010), however these first few words already bring you to mind: "The swan became one with the sky. I struggled to find words to describe my own sense of it. Swan, I repeated, not entirely satisfied, and I felt a twinge, a curious yearning, imperceptible to passersby, my mother, the trees, or the clouds."
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I was churning words since this early morning and in fear of sounding purple I'll lay it as it is: "Bring you to mind" is a beautiful thing to tell someone and a really, really warm thing to wake up to. Thank You in large capital bolded, thank you with sprinkles and berry of your choice on top... I really do understand why you did, in my own way. +++
In some online post (unsaved from irrelevant fear) I read "I see things but I do not recognize them". If I were to be so full of myself I would claim that there really is a guttoral recognition, then a failure of language, I really do get it, Thank You in cursive, as strong as ever. And if we were to go about sharing what has been brought, I raise you 'Temptation' by Nina Cassian. I'll send you the translation, wait
https://file.garden/aDuNwoswCxoG0VeF/IMG_3443.jpeg Here! Had to fight my phone for it. "...and your shoulder blades will ache for want of wings."
angelregister -> wonderful, beautiful... a waterfowl monday... this poem aligns well with my very own recent thoughts of humid, hungry jungle animals.