Summah!

[chromaticity]

To celebrate the first day of my summer, here is a sad poem.
(hahaha anyway)

LONELINESS
Rainer Maria Rilke

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those

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[chockwit]

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[chromaticity]

Oh thank you! I'm so flattered ^__^
Seriously, one of the best things anyone has ever told me.