September 27
The moon is the moon, regardless. Some things are certain, say, great bodies of water, stark mountains— I return to them as I return to you, a pilgrim. That is not to say I believe in much, only that some things are too familiar to deny, even this moon, half -eclipsed, playing at garnet, even you, now far again, but still known, always known, there is a landscape, a knowledge, that cannot be denied— when I […]
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