malkhut shebiysod
I told you that I expected to feel a bit romantic and melancholy walking back home, but I feel a different kind of good. A great rush overhead causes me to look up, see a full God’s wing’s worth of rustling leaves.
A great rush overhead causes me to look up, see a full God’s wing’s worth of rustling leaves. I cannot imagine leaving, start scouting out the next tree, stay until I know this continues with me—this already is continuing with me.
I cannot imagine leaving, stay until I know you continue with me—you already are continuing with me. I told you that I expected to feel a bit romantic and melancholy walking back home, but this is a different kind of good.
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