The stars are grains of salt thrown over God’s shoulder. They fly from us and we fly after. But the heart, that dark star, the heart, that heavy planet, is all we can know of heaven.
The stars are grains of salt thrown over God’s shoulder. They fly from us and we fly after. But the heart, that dark star, the heart, that heavy planet, is all we can know of heaven.
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