April 2012
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– Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
Rumi (via proustitute)
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Melissa Lamberton
BROKEN EGG SUNSET
I’ve never seen the sky this color sort of egg yolk around the edges, but pale as milk above, until deepening to a shade like that of flowers. Here, this will help, exactly exactly like the color of the smell of summer grass. Not daytime green, when gnats are as breathable as air, though more often noticed—no, like this grass beneath me, all shadow scent and...
