9-20-09 the night is immense and overwhelming like revelations, like blue eyes in an empty cinema. Black eyes and simple thoughts. Robins through fog. Empytness. Anger. Absolute love. And the fullness of the night.
Father’s eyelashes cover the house like straw. They fall whenever he cries. The other townspeople take them. It’s said that if you want the sleep of bears in winter, you must use Leo Rowling’s eyelashes as bedding
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