The birds started first, singing into the darkness. Then the sun opened the day up to the size of our possible worlds. It was expansive, the way I imagine a desert would be, at the break of day, before thirst sets in, when the body is still thick with dreams, the kind that beckon, […]

via The Life of Clouds — There’s No War in World

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