Mar 5
there is a scene in my day
when I leave the wretched white-walled windowless building
and a blast of the freshest air hits me,
and it feels like my first breath in hours.
The sun is a glory on my skin,
and I take off my jacket to feel the air on my arms
for the first time in a season.
when I leave the wretched white-walled windowless building
and a blast of the freshest air hits me,
and it feels like my first breath in hours.
The sun is a glory on my skin,
and I take off my jacket to feel the air on my arms
for the first time in a season.
like that scene in the desolation of smaug when bilbo climbs up a tree and the heaviness of evil in the air can't choke him anymore, and butterflies surround him and the sun shines all over and then he sees the mountain and knows which way to go.
(F/Voie Des Papillons)
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