To calm the sphere through which the train still barrels on at reckless speed, this Space continues to insist on her arrival, as gossamer vapor to swaddle Time.
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yet here
yet here
To calm the sphere through which the train still barrels on at reckless speed, this Space continues to insist on her arrival, as gossamer vapor to swaddle Time.
A constant dilemma – to still the noise or be carried on? And do we ever feel we’ve made the right choice. Thoughtful words.
Here’s a question I definitely can’t imagine meeting with an answer. Thank you for this, Chris : )