THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Friday, 16 July 2021
The bird
sought refuge in the hurricane. The tree sought refuge in the fire, the house in the lightning-strike, the street in the mud-slide, the city in the flood, the marshland in torrential rain. We spilled no blood.
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