Rachel Deering 21 days ago
Goodnight.
βMostly it is a pale
face hovering in the afterdraught
of the spirit, making both ends meet
on a scream. It is the breath
of the churchyard, the forming
of white frost in a believer,
when he would pray; it is soft
feathers camouflaging a machine.β ~ R S Thomas, Barn Owl.
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