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She has never built sandcastles. She has never toed the surf along the Gulf of Mexico. She's only ever known these mountains; these cold, granite monuments to impassibility that reduce the sky to slits, somehow managing to make the heavens smaller. Half closed eyelids with their own trap-door gravity. Short lives last eternities too and there is beauty to be had - even here - It's just that everyone should get to build sandcastles sometimes.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Golgotha
She has never built sandcastles. She has never toed the surf along the Gulf of Mexico. She's only ever known these mountains; these cold, granite monuments to impassibility that reduce the sky to slits, somehow managing to make the heavens smaller. Half closed eyelids with their own trap-door gravity. Short lives last eternities too and there is beauty to be had - even here - It's just that everyone should get to build sandcastles sometimes.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
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