Our souls are made of water, Goethe says. So too, our bodies. There is a flow within us, rising and falling, unidirectional, to the heart. there is a flow without also. We circulate. We are drawn up, and we fall back down to earth again. It's all haemodynamics.
J.M. LedgardShe saw the deepness that was at the edge of France and it made the beach under her feel like a ledge on a cliff.
J.M. LedgardTags: ocean
disordered clumps, wrongly beautiful, like a scan of a damaged brain
J.M. LedgardIf man had a sense of proportion, he would die of shame.
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