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Nothing like holding my love

Eyvind Earle (b.1916) - 'Path in snow'

aquatint, 1825 — source

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

The Banshees of Inisherin, 2022 dir. Martin McDonagh

via: dezeen.com

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