Their bedroom was bare, a single window which gave onto the empty sky, plain white walls. It was meant to be an interior space well apart from the world but embedded in it: tent, cell, curtained sedan chair, farm shed, sheep-fold, womb, grave. The place of love, sleep and dreaming which filled each night they spent there in no particular order. Threshold between divine life and raw substance over which gods, angels, monarchs, slaves, bones, shells, earth, gold and stone went back and forth constantly. They themselves were the door which opened and closed.Birth sign: Libra
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