Daily Archives: February 21, 2023

Dreaming of Spring

Nothing can be forced to live.The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice tells you.It says forget, you forget.It says begin again, you begin … Continue reading

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