Was it truly only our lost God's too severe eye and not the hole he left in the world that drains oceans and into seas of cities bleeds our blood? These words left no traces in the snow The Hunt got lost and beside a frozen lake his dogs paw their thirst. You may not shrink this paradox but only shrink from passing to the next: that season whose leaves leave nothing to the next. One dog barks at nothing ten thousand others pass it on...... As we struggle in a leveled world seeing what contour rises and that which falls carries us home.Birth sign: Capricorn
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