Now, I’m just one walker that’s stood way up and looked way down across plenty o’ sights in all their veiled and nakedest seasons. Sighting it, hearing it, seeing and feeling and breathing it in. Sucking down on it. Rubbing it all in the pores of my skin, and the wind between my eyes knocking honey in my comb.


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Feb 11, 2012
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Kate Bush - Hounds of Love

I found a fox,
caught by dogs;
He let me take him in my hands
His little heart, it beat so fast

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