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An absence of words, an absence of rocks.

There are no words for the weight, only the sound it makes dragging through time.

With evil things, God does not try us.

I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.

Choose your hard

fish from the stream of my thoughts

Too many people think they are brilliant when really, they are merely pretty good.

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

The dream whisperer hovers near me

We are hard-pressed in every way, but not cramped beyond movement; we are perplexed, but not absolutely with no way out.