In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.
— Mary Oliver, ‘Upstream’
I’d rather befriend trees With its calmness that breathes Simultaneously with my skin and flesh through the aorta that travels to all my nerves from head to toe and hit me. It’s my dream to befriend trees To lie in that ocean of green Sheltered by those aged and...
夏天的脉搏止于秋雨的指尖。 噼啪噼啪 秋在示威 冬的号角 大雨拍向孤独的灵魂 镜子那头的女孩 被大雨 淋湿了模样 如何才能回到从前的夏天？ 从前… 秋叶落入凡尘 覆盖来时的路 埋葬夏的脚印 叶子的刀尖 划破紧握的手 你立于落叶另一头 你我之间相隔 红叶，暴雨 山川大海 太阳，月亮 日日月月 你在世界的另一头 还好吗？
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