- The god walks in between worlds The mirror is just a line Bird hangs on the line, points to the sky and says: This is my land. points...

it’s 6:50 am if we become separated from each other meet me underneath the shadow of the watermelon vine it is 6:50 am I was wondering...

depth of the hill rolling stones tumble down spiral in turn chipping away as it nicks and scrapes down its path a century of churning...