The world gathers into a forgotten self. Wilted stems held in our hands, a person we vaguely remember; countless selves reaching back for some part of the world, walking in the night past one another; through gardens, our petals on the floor. Eac… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Gathering Flowers perfectsublimemasters June 14 The world gathers into a forgotten self. Wilted stems held in our hands, a person we vaguely remember; countless selves reaching back for some part of the world, walking in the night past one another; through gardens, our petals on the floor. Each tree-self lets the blooms of spring fall and gather nests. Each brood-self […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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