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following the way of Jesus in the land of our captivity
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,<br ... Continue reading »
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,<br ... Continue reading »
12 months ago
Time hasn't helped terribly. I'll give a better response tomorrow, but I haven't forgotten. :)
12 months ago
My wall is much more passive-aggressive than I think I would like to admit. Pretend it's absent, pretend we're close until you come close and slam into the glass wall, a separation that my refusal to acknowledge merely makes more distant.
But a hole may be made, like those two lovers depicted by The Mechanicals, and coffee cups with rope strung through, that diplomats may debate and lovers wait, and words may pierce one's armour at it's weakest point.
Kind of stream-of-consciousness, oh well.