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Silent Forest by Xavier Jamonet
“ Dreams on waking were like empty cocoons of moths or the split-open husks of milkweed pods, dead shells where life had briefly swirled in furious but fragile storm-systems. ”
Gerald’s Game by Stephen King (via bohemea)
“ It isn’t for anything; a poem is country,
and it needs you to keep walking it, and I walk out into it now, carrying my friend
and smelling the paddocky wind and feeling the rain cold on my face. ”
Mark Tredinnick, from “Eclogues” (via the-final-sentence)
