And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them- those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.
-Cloudstreet, Tim Winton
Sunday, April 3, 2011
love
From the broad vaults and spaces you can see it all again because it never ceases to be. You can see that figure teetering out over the water, looking into your face, and you can see the crowd up on the treethick bank behind him finishing this momentous day off and getting ready to wonder where he is.
And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them- those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.
And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them- those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.
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gorgeous. :)
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