Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.— W.S. Merwin, Separation
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From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity ♥ Elsewhere: Or mail me at: goldenbough@live.nl
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.— W.S. Merwin, Separation