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As if we are windbreaks, sometimes well planted, sometimes holding strong. And temporary, provisional. Good, and strong, and fit for purpose. Some days simply not there at all.
My way of showing is by telling, and my way of telling is - slow, sometimes, like the spirits of rocks.
I imagine the slow self-belief of rocks.
My way of showing is by telling, and my way of telling is - slow, sometimes, like the spirits of rocks.
I imagine the slow self-belief of rocks.